XXXII Sabawi Ibrahim al-Tikriti
You were Saddam's half-brother. My regrets.
The six of diamonds in the terror deck;
But Dubya took your dealer in straight sets;
And hung another brother by the neck.
The leader of the secret service! Yecccch!
Imagine working for that evil man;
Procudring wine and women for that drek.
Pretending that you were his biggest fan.
Another brother yet is in the can,
Awaiting death, his hanging date unknown.
Oh! What a family of turds you ran.
In mis'ry and deceit your genes were sown.
You thought you'd be a martyr, but alas!
You died of cancer, just another ass.
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