These Bombs Were Made For Droppin' Poem by Ramona Thompson

You keep saying you're gonna take us down
Sorry but I just gotta confess
I don't think that you can
Terrorist man you've been messin' with someone you shouldn't been messin' with and now you'll be getting all of our worse

These bombs were made for droppin' and that's exactly what they're gonna do
One of these days Mr. Bin Laden these bombs are gonna be dropped all over you

You keep lying and bragging when you know you ought to be runnin'
Runnin' for your sorry life
And you keep on bettin' againest the wrong ones
Losin' never winnin' any of your people's respect
You keep on slammin' us when you ought to be trying to some hidin'
Now what's right is right
Something you ain't never gonna be
No matter how much you lie or try

These bombs were made for droppin' and that's exactly what they're gonna do
One of these days Mr. Bin Laden these bombs are gonna be dropped all over you

You keep rantin' at someone you should't be rantin' at and you keep on thinkin' that you'll never get yours
Ha!
I just pushed the button. Yeah
And what's coming you ain't got no time to run from

Are you ready bombs? Start droppin'!


(2007/A dark wartime parody of the classic These Boots Were Made For Walkin')