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Bill knows all about Black ops; he’s been Involved in many; hush Hush stuff. Knew about The JFK ***** Watch Your back, Bill, old Friends said; now most Are dead, but Bill’s still Around, keeping his nose Clean, his eyes keen, his Brain alert. He knows Things are going on; he Reads the news, hears Politician’s doublespeak, Reads between the lines. His mother bathed his Grazed knees, kissed His bruises, covered up His lies, prayed for him. Never understood him Not even on her last day. He visited her in hospital, But wouldn’t stay; said it Was best for both of them That way. The American Dream; what a laugh, he Muses, standing in the Doorway, watching for The cab, remembering Mexico, the dark ops There, the way it went. Nice place that, except For the reasons sent. He knew headlines Were falsified; lies Were spread. Knew Why Kennedy got it In the head. Years pass By, he sighs, most people Forget. New ops arrive, Word sent, politicians Bought up and out and Spent. Could have been Some one, Bill, his father Often said, could have made The grade, been at the top, Crème de la crème. **** that, Bill said, don’t want to be Part of that sick scene, don’t Want to be a sadshit like them.
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
BLACK OPS.
Bill knows all about Black ops; he’s been Involved in many; hush Hush stuff. Knew about The JFK ***** Watch Your back, Bill, old Friends said; now most Are dead, but Bill’s still Around, keeping his nose Clean, his eyes keen, his Brain alert. He knows Things are going on; he Reads the news, hears Politician’s doublespeak, Reads between the lines. His mother bathed his Grazed knees, kissed His bruises, covered up His lies, prayed for him. Never understood him Not even on her last day. He visited her in hospital, But wouldn’t stay; said it Was best for both of them That way. The American Dream; what a laugh, he Muses, standing in the Doorway, watching for The cab, remembering Mexico, the dark ops There, the way it went. Nice place that, except For the reasons sent. He knew headlines Were falsified; lies Were spread. Knew Why Kennedy got it In the head. Years pass By, he sighs, most people Forget. New ops arrive, Word sent, politicians Bought up and out and Spent. Could have been Some one, Bill, his father Often said, could have made The grade, been at the top, Crème de la crème. **** that, Bill said, don’t want to be Part of that sick scene, don’t Want to be a sadshit like them.
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
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