Ode to Osama

Osama's bin laid to rest
next to Davey Joneses chest.
A place where no mourners come,
not a funeral dirge nor drum.

Breathed his last in Palestine,
fate had set the hook and line.
Fish will strip your flesh from bone,
not a graveside tear or moan.

You were a talking point at best,
with Mephistopheles you rest.
From earths toil you've been freed,
death has had it's gruesome feed.

One too many devils raised,
enemies not gone but crazed.
Your life finally found its ebb,
like debris from a spider web.