Officer, you’re very right
I almost ran that traffic light
I drank a beer out on my stoop
I didn’t pick up my dog’s poop
I never should have put my feet
On that empty subway seat.
You are quite correct to point out
You saw me when I threw that joint out.
But your arm’s around my throat.
May I request that you take note:
I can’t breathe.
.
Major, I confess it all
I joined al-Qaeda’s basketball
Team with Khalid sheikh Mohammed
They called me Atomic Ahmed.
By the precepts of Shariah,
With the help of North Korea,
During practices we planned
To plant bombs in Disneyland,
Tulsa, Phoenix and Chicago,
Jersey City, Tampa, Fargo.
Smuggle in Ebola virus
Kidnap Sting and Miley Cyrus
Behead them live on Morning Joe.
Now I’ve told you all I know
Is it safe for me to go?
You have helped me see the error
Of my ways in spreading terror.
I don’t expect a big reward
But tied down to this waterboard
I can’t breathe.
.
Doctor, help me, I can’t sleep
The world’s a moral rubbish heap
Life is just a long sick joke.
I try to laugh. Instead I choke.
And I can’t breathe.
Amid the annual “joy to the world” Christmas crap, it’s refreshing to read someone who sees life as it is. Guess we’ll never be the life of the party, though.