Wednesday, June 11, 2014
So many who march
to war are not killed.
So they sing along
with martial strains.
The girls are warm
and the old men warmer. But,
the former worth something.
So...you should emerge with nothing
worse than an ingrown toenail?
A salubrious state, more or less.
If a part of you is blown off--
and let's face it, they're valuable
all--you'll be thanked for
your service by politicians, and
placed on a waiting list
at the VA hospital.
Most of your life comprised
of waiting from here on.
So pack up your troubles
in a plastic bag
and smile smile smile.
Lucifer in attendance
to light your flag.
You’ll recognize him as
the steadiest patriot
out there.
Labels: Lucifer, martial, martial music, war, war wounds
