mc5 - A Sticky End

Up in the sky, where the CIA had their satellite

The 'strains' of his discomfort were transmitted, byte by byte.

We have him, he has got the shakes, the spies said with much glee

So they targeted a drone on his outside WC.

Pablo

With a bang and roar, it was no more, his kharzi now was gone

There now was nowhere he could place his ample sit-upon

He shook his fist and made a list of revenges slow, but sweet,