Endless Madness
Our people respect Navy Seals
Their stealth earned applause
and great squeals
Yet nervous most wait
As from this fateful date
There's fear of Bin Laden's
ideals
The rabble's reaction was q*eer
To some of us it does appear
That no one has learned
What it means to be burned
And how from this nonsense to
steer
He'd not have his calendar
cleared
He died before dying his beard
His head sheared with lead
Won't taste breakfast in bed
Osama won't see his death
cheered
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