He rose from the desert
He lived in a cave
He wore a great turban
And knew not how to shave
He looked to America
Didn’t like what he saw
Thought he would fix
What he thought was a flaw
He plotted with bombs
And plotted with planes
He created great sorrow
In our ass, a great pain
O fallen terrorist, O fallen foe
All you’ve achieved with your evil manner
Is that all travelers
Must go through a scanner.
Thanks so much, douche wad
For slowing me down
Each and every time
I head out of town.
Now thousands are dead
And, look, you are as well
And here I am left
Growing a tail.
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