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Sorry to Hear You Were Wiped Out by a Drone
Sorry to hear you have been wiped out by a drone You sent one too many texts on your Apple Iphone You should have used old fashioned pen and paper The time has come for your turban head to roll You took too long of a peak from your sordid rat hole It’s the bottom of the ninth for your last, Jihad Caper
You were let down, you must now confess Not protected from your Walmart GPS A delightful drone was directed, straight, up your ass Your logic misconceived, you thought you were all able Five hundred miles away, blown up like a Pac-Man table At least you had left us exiting, macho first class
You felt safe and secure, sleeping in your own home bedding Dreaming of sugar plum virgins, after a tasteful beheading Plotting a Jihad against, those with a sin Although you left with a bang, it could have been harder You left in your P.J.s , but you left as a martyr Next time watch the sky, instead, of Gone With Wind
Your years as a terrorist has taken its toll There is no marble monument, just a ghastly big hole Your sandals filled with eager young replacements Distorted myths these students will learn The drones will be polished, it will soon be their turn To get blown up and receive, a final, resting placement
You hid behind children, a sign you were brave The drone managed to find you, though you hid in a cave You could have been a star, even, a New York politician You rose in the ranks, became a real hot potata A real poster boy, the glamour star of Al Quada Sorry the drone left nothing for, the bored mortician
It was very difficult to keep your hands on the wheel Receiving a needed Fleets enema, consisting of steel We all applauded when the feces, hit the fan We watched every moment, you would come and would go You provided us with laughs, like a video game show The end of safe haven for you, in downtown, Pakistan
Sorry to hear you have been wiped out by a drone A better choice would to have you stayed home alone You have received a totally different point of view You had talent, looks, with a charismatic flair I approved of your magic act, disappearing in thin air The drone is the newest recipe, for Taliban Stew
