a little bird was sitting still upon my window sill i coaxed him in with a piece of bread and then i smashed his little head your left your right youre outta outta sight your left your right youre dynamite i dont actually smash the heads of birds, yall know i love birds. just reminiscing about life on base when my mom was in basic, waking up to weird, confusing and usually cryptic and macabre marching songs...i thought everyones mom ran around in a gas mask on the weekends... happy veterans day!!! to my mom, my dad, my grandpa, my great grandpa, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, anyone whos ever marched in the rain for hours singing absurd songs or been called a runt by a superior while doing a dead float with a 50 pound pack on....to all the injured, the mentally & physically ill and especially the homeless veterans and families of those who have been lost and hurt beyond repair, i salute and thank you. every time i dont get raped, acid thrown in my face, limbs cut off, shot when i try to vote or drink clean water, stoned when i educate myself, wear shorts or leave the house alone, i salute and thank you. ATTEN HUT
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 18:56:08 +0000
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