Goodbye Mo Salah
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork (Like that cunt agent)
And they whispered into your brain (Yeah, like that cunt agent)
They set you on the treadmill (Part of the job as far as I'm aware)
And they made you change your name (From Mohammed)
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would've liked to known you
But I was just a pleb
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did