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So long, Osama
This here is a poem
I wrote it just because
I had a funny punchline
I don't remember what it was
It was something about Osama
That is all that I remember
Come to think, it wasn't funny
It was about the eleventh of September
Oh yes, it went something like...
May your ashes be fed upon by hemroid suffering fish who die of constipation so that
you rot for days in their smelly bowels before being filtered by a festering oyster. And
may that oyster be eaten by Michael Moore and give him food poisoning that causes
him to retch. And may that vomit be swept into the trash which is fed to a sick pig. And
may that pig die of the ebola virus and be incinerated...making you twice baked. Twice
baked potatoes bin Laden.
yes...it was something like that, only better.
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