Fortunate Son

Woke up one morning someone said

there’s a war going on boy grab your gun

I thought it was a dream delusion maybe.

The zing sounded real but war’s not real

It’s just a momentary loss of sanity.

A slow burning baby and the smell of bacon

brought home the truth of it all.

“Child this leg will be titanium,” said a gray man.

“Special Olympics will be waiting.”

I tried to cry but USO Karaoke night for amputees

wouldn’t let me. Some guy with a stumped arm kept singing.

“Fortunate Son.” Hell I aint no fortunate son.