DON’T CHEER YET

Obama downs Osama: rat-tat-tat—

Would all our woes were over just like that,

But violence breeds violence and more

Of war and retribution lies in store.

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LIPS SEALED

It’s true, I shot bin Laden—it was me.
I shot him in the chest and in the eye,
But now I’m sworn to perfect secrecy,
So if you tell, you’ll be the next to die.

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