Toasting the Dead

I sit back in my chair tonight and toast a beer
For a long-in-coming death, I say, but do not fear
He was a giant arse and prick, as you might know
It took a longer time, but then you reap what you sow

Now sure, he was a monster of our own design
And there's a lotta sins that we have done in kind
But as that good ol' Gandhi show us back in time
There is a better way of changing adverse minds

Too bad their is no Hell for his dead ass to go
But if you think there is, then I do hope he shows
Perhaps I should be kinder and forgive his crimes
But that is not for me, for I just speak in rhymes

Some say he's not the mastermind of 9-1-1
That is a different matter, so don't spoil this fun
He's done enough to have it coming long ago
Now lest him be a lesson that we all might grow

There's still a lot to do to make this planet grand
Let's stop with all the hate, so we can make a stand
Until then, let us struggle to be much more sweet
One less hater on this rock? Now, that can't be beat!