The docs cooked four years till they gave us a look,
(We can thank goodness The Man wrote no book.)
At least it's all served to wake up some buzz,
About OBL doing the stuff that he does:
Micro-management of the whole Qaeda shtick,
Bosses being bosses, ain't that a kick.
He bitched at his men about being secure,
While keeping himself to a hovel obscure,
In which he took care of the kids and the wife,
Behind steel doors, a daily half-life.
For dinner I 'magine they passed through some scanners,
So Father could watch and correct table manners.
Which brings up a question I've had from the start,