My Dutiful Muslim Poem

I imagine if I were raised in that manner, living in Shiraz, I’d have to be duly pliant.  So, here goes:

Yes, sir.  Obey the master.
Do the job. Yes, sir.
Do the job. Yes, sir.
Just for Jannah. Forget about everything else.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir
Allah, praise Allah. Praise Allah.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Obey the master.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
No more questioning.
Yes, sir.
Allah, praise Allah!

Obey. Obey.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Pray for Jannah.
That’s all.

Life is boring.
But, pray for Jannah.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir
Obey the master.
Sometimes boring. Sometimes tiring. Sometimes, not that bad.

Allah, praise Allah!
Yes, master. Yes, I praise thee. Forever.
Just for Jannah.
I pray. I pray. Who knows. I pray.
Not much of a life I lead, but it’s just for Allah.
For rewards, and to praise.

Jannah, here I come. I hope so, at least
That’s 35% of my life’s focus.
Also, my family of course, but 82% of my thoughts go to Allah.
Just like my Christian friends think life is a test for their heaven.
I know they are wrong, as I think I’m right about Islam.

Pray to Allah. Worship the master. Serve and say yes sir.
Jannah, here we come.

Yes, sir.