Poeme : Jesus’ Christmas Donkey

Let’s go to,
Christianophobia of behemoths so,
For Barabbas only sexual cry homo,
Even hetero,
Because without Love of God, whitout drop therefore cry « o »,
But with very false rainbow, goals of hypocritical Judas Iscariot’s porno,
Colours of all drugs Barabbas pro,
Nevertheless and afterwards it is zero,
But they try to put even Noe in the zoo,
False liberty to beat the body instincts like a donkey (for the monkeys) intelligent too,
Even if it is donkey from Christmas grotto, hello.

lətεs ɡo to,
kʁistjanɔfɔbja ɔf bəəmɔt so,
fɔʁ baʁabaz- ɔ̃li sεksɥal kʁi omo,
əvɛ̃ ətəʁo,
bəkozə witu lɔvə ɔf ɡɔd, witu dʁɔp təʁəfɔʁə kʁi « ɔ »,
byt wit vəʁi falsə ʁɛ̃bɔw, ɡɔalz- ɔf ipɔkʁitikal ʒydaz- iskaʁjɔtεs pɔʁno,
kɔluʁz- ɔf al dʁyɡ baʁaba pʁo,
nəvεʁtəlεsz- ɑ̃d aftεʁwaʁdz- it is zəʁo,
byt te tʁi to pyt əvɛ̃ nɔ ɛ̃ tə zo,
falsə libεʁti to bəa tə bɔdi ɛ̃stɛ̃ likə a dɔ̃kεj (fɔʁ tə mɔ̃kes) ɛ̃tεlliʒe tu,
əvɛ̃ if it is dɔ̃ke fʁɔm kʁistma ɡʁɔto, εllo.