Why is it, Lord, although I’m right
I find it hard to sleep at night?
I often wake up in a sweat
they’ve not found WMDs yet!
The thought that preys most on my mind,
is maybe the only arms they’ll find
(unless somehow I get MI6
to plant them to be found by Blix,
that’s if the UN sneaks back in)
are Ali’s in the surgeon’s bin.
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