Osama's Death

I'm a big fan of Arrested Development, and in the second or third season, when they think they've found evidence of WMD's in Iraq, the anchor man says, "Weapons of Mass Destruction found in Iraq, what this means for your weekend, coming up." I think it's hilarious, and very telling - we get very, very worked up over things that may or may not have a direct impact on us, due to the global media. Yes, Osama bin Laden is now dead, but it doesn't reverse the deaths of 9/11 or the war that followed, nor does it make the dead rest more easily. It may make us feel better, but I think we all know that this death really doesn't change much - there are lots of other terrorists out there, and there's still plenty of time for someone to step up to take Osama's place. Anyway, I wrote a poem about his death. It's satirical, and I'm not sure what I'm advocating for. But I wrote this, so read it.

The weather today –

sunny, mild, a gentle

smile from a faceless

force – a direct result

of Osama’s death?

I think so.

Also, the coffee was not

burnt this morning,

pollen levels are dropping,

three pretty girls

smiled at me,

I found a quarter

outside my apartment,

and someone folded

my laundry for me;

clearly, the world

is a better place

because Osama

bin Laden is dead.

Gas prices are still

high, that sucks.

Stupid Osama,

messing with us

from beyond the grave.