she started like a gentle breeze
sweet caresses, buckled knees
I thought I'd found my new main squeeze
her honey set my mind at ease
as time went by she picked up speed
her vibes turned dark and full of greed
a taste for human flesh to feed
the weatherman began to plead
I hear her coming in the night
cackling, shrieking, here to smite
gobbling homes with every bite
to feed her endless appetite
how I wish that I could call a
cab to flee this crazed kabala
in the dark I pray to Allah:
halt this hurricane Kamala
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