Glad I’m not Bin Laden
An octopus’s garden
Is a resting place nobody
Would like to be
Never promised pardons
To Cheney or Bin Laden
Tonite we press ‘Go’ lightly
A morning feed at Tiffany’s
He’s stuck in an ocean of thoughts
Clinging to a corral reef
I’m stuck with a valuable goat-herd
Thats of no use to me!
Someone should have plastered
His face on a milk carton
Are they so blind they simply
Cannot see?
He’s no Nelson Mandela
This eery Muslim fella
We want to get our ball back
Mr Al Quaeda-eee!
His dirty deed(s)
Made him seaweed(s)
🙂
he’s facing mecca
once in a while
like jonah and job
he’s getting his trial
and tho them angels [and virgins]
do look kindly
on us sinners below
it’s with his bones
and charcoal sinew
that the bloody tide will flow
bloody tide
about bloody time
swallowed by the shark of truth
eaten by the stingray of death
(you know, I always said BL was like the Snoop Dogg of Terrorism)
yep – bin laid in Compton, bin laid in Queens, bin laid in L.A. ….
Laid back, got his mind on his money and his money on his mind.