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Gotcha, Sheik, It took a while, But most government Jobs do. You had a good run, And died a lion In many eyes, Though a caged lion, In a cage Of your very own, Behind walls of your own. Didn't know There was a breed Of Seals That went over walls, Eh? I wonder where Your buddy Ayman went. Perhaps it's safe For him To go home now, Egypt, Right? Inshallah. I saw the wild celebrations, Outside the White House, At Ground Zero, At the Air Force Academy. Once we had: VE day, VJ day. We cheered then, For the dying Would stop. What of VO day? I thought VO was, A whiskey. The dying won't stop For VO day. What's all the cheering for? Celebrating the death Of one enemy? As if we'd won A war? We should feel Just a little ***** Let us thank Those who did this Most necessary deed For us, Then let us Go about our business, And leave them with Their thoughts. I think I'll stop by The old Ebbitt Grill. Maybe I can find A chicken hawk, To have a celebratory Beer with. Rest in Peace, If you can, Sheik, With the fishes. There are no virgins At full fathom five. Copyright 2011 by Gary Misch All rights reserved
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
A Meditation On The Death Of Osama Bin Laden
Gotcha, Sheik, It took a while, But most government Jobs do. You had a good run, And died a lion In many eyes, Though a caged lion, In a cage Of your very own, Behind walls of your own. Didn't know There was a breed Of Seals That went over walls, Eh? I wonder where Your buddy Ayman went. Perhaps it's safe For him To go home now, Egypt, Right? Inshallah. I saw the wild celebrations, Outside the White House, At Ground Zero, At the Air Force Academy. Once we had: VE day, VJ day. We cheered then, For the dying Would stop. What of VO day? I thought VO was, A whiskey. The dying won't stop For VO day. What's all the cheering for? Celebrating the death Of one enemy? As if we'd won A war? We should feel Just a little ***** Let us thank Those who did this Most necessary deed For us, Then let us Go about our business, And leave them with Their thoughts. I think I'll stop by The old Ebbitt Grill. Maybe I can find A chicken hawk, To have a celebratory Beer with. Rest in Peace, If you can, Sheik, With the fishes. There are no virgins At full fathom five. Copyright 2011 by Gary Misch All rights reserved
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
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