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.