The No-Name Poem

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This poem was written about asama bin ladin just a little after 911. I got the idea from all the news that I heard on the television.

Submitted: December 06, 2007

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Ah were looking for someone who thinks he's a bad man,

They say he's hidding somewhere out there in afganastan,

He's got his head buried deep down in some cave,

And if you ask my opinion, he's not very brave,

So I guess he will find out, what he don't understand,

He messed with the wrong people, and he messed with the wrong land,

You see he tried to test america, tried to bring her down,

He snuck his evil into this country, with out hardly making a sound,

And after the dust had settled, and he'd seen what he had done,

He and his buddies, sat around laughing and having fun,

But I guess that's all over with, nothing left to do,

But give him a little taste of that red, white, and blue,

Oh it's so sad, the news that I heard,

How you were on the run like a frightened cattle herd,

Bombs falling all around your towel bound head,

It'd be better news if you were just dead,

But for now I guess I'll just have to, sit back and relax,

And watch the daisy cutter bombs, break your back,

Oh it might have to happen, later than soon,

But one thing you can count on, this is your doom,

It might be in the desert, it might be in your head,

But if you ask the american people, they just want you dead,

And in my humble opinion of what I think should be,

Hung by the neck, untill you are dead, in some afgany tree.


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