not supposed to be used as a napkin
to be coated with red blood ketchup
or yellow mustard custard from a dead
dog's bun
though it is, and while flown at half staff for a fallen hero, some cool cat on a Harley has it between his legs,
the stars and stripes a candy coating for his gas tank
but that guy will sure let you know
he's a prideful pissin' part of the Patriot Guard,
trailing behind a casket and grieving mama, defending them against all enemies, fantasized and domestic
so get your ***** up when a $uperstar
sings the hymn--an anthem for ****** youth,
or an inspiration for further folly,
whether it be Khe Sanh or Fallujah,
all who fall get a banner folded in precise proportion
kneeling is for "sons of *******
or maybe a medic under fierce fire trying to save a buddy,
who didn't make it through the "perilous fight," and gives less than a **** who sits or stands
as for me, I no longer salute--long ago excommunicated from that proud command
but I guess I'll place a hand on my heart, not sure if I do so to follow the code,
or check to see if it's still beating in the land of the free, the home of the brave
so keep those flags a comin' and keep the cannon fodder drummin'
those who stand tall tomorrow, will do little to assuage the sorrow,
of those who paid for the privilege to take a knee, or sing songs mindlessly with thee or me
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
not supposed to be used as a napkin
to be coated with red blood ketchup
or yellow mustard custard from a dead
dog's bun
though it is, and while flown at half staff for a fallen hero, some cool cat on a Harley has it between his legs,
the stars and stripes a candy coating for his gas tank
but that guy will sure let you know
he's a prideful pissin' part of the Patriot Guard,
trailing behind a casket and grieving mama, defending them against all enemies, fantasized and domestic
so get your ***** up when a $uperstar
sings the hymn--an anthem for ****** youth,
or an inspiration for further folly,
whether it be Khe Sanh or Fallujah,
all who fall get a banner folded in precise proportion
kneeling is for "sons of *******
or maybe a medic under fierce fire trying to save a buddy,
who didn't make it through the "perilous fight," and gives less than a **** who sits or stands
as for me, I no longer salute--long ago excommunicated from that proud command
but I guess I'll place a hand on my heart, not sure if I do so to follow the code,
or check to see if it's still beating in the land of the free, the home of the brave
so keep those flags a comin' and keep the cannon fodder drummin'
those who stand tall tomorrow, will do little to assuage the sorrow,
of those who paid for the privilege to take a knee, or sing songs mindlessly with thee or me
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