Saddam's Poem

At first he came with gifts and money for the bank he pointed out the rifts amongst our folks, that Yank. He promised me a palace of purest amethyst back home in Yankee Dallas he shook his feeble fist. His henchmen on our soil MacDonald's in our malls his aim was Baghdad oil and watching how it falls this house of foreign cards when all the wells are dry when no one pays the guards it was a Yankee lie. At night, a common thief will cut your throat and leaves no time for grief that greedy goat. I am Saddam, the great I help the weak the common man, my mate God loves the meek, I hate you infidels and strike with might and chase you to your hells into the night Eternal fire will now choke each breath I am the ruler still I give you death. There will be no appeal the dice are cast and we can make a deal, forget the past! And George, my Yankee friend let us make up and to the very end drink from the cup that's made of holy gold a sign of peace it is as I have told, you take my niece and we shall have much wine, to hell with laws my wives, there are just nine they have no bras. As you can see, dear George we stand with you and as we slowly forge (all this is true) a genuine Fatherland where you and me will smoke the richest brand of Hashish Tea. Allah who is our God is always fair he smiles and gives the nod that we shall share the world in peace and love our souls are clean Saddam and George, our dove shall now be seen.