My last days, here on earth
For sure you made them a hell
You americans threw me more bombs
Than even me, in my lifetime, I've seen
Well this time you're right
Being hiding somewhere like a scared rabbit,
Moving from place to place
Deep in some bunker by in the south of Baghdad
Everything was just too much for me
That I even ran out, of my good supplies of prozacs
My ration of food went drier, than a very old can of prunes,
And I couldn't get anymore,any french wine and champagne!
You've caused so much pain
Even my delicious french snails,they all ran back to France
How much I've begged and cried to Allah,
What have I done? to deserve such a fate
My poor head spinned more, than Linda Blair's
And I was forced to eat all that nauseous and desgusting, baby food!
That from all the children of Iraq I've stolen,for too many years to count,
But like they say a man has to eat
My last days here on earth
For sure you made them a hell!
All my palaces,statues and pictures
All my dreams' and my people', with ME they're gone!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright2004
Supposely this is Sadam Hussein speaking or thinking about himself and
whats happening to him since hiding away.
