Why Do Bums Like Strawberry Ice-Cream?

Sun, 10/13/2013 - 02:21 -- omemo

I remember the golden years of being a child.

Especially the strawberry ice cream.

 

But now,

 

I'm given orders to proceed over the compiled;

compiled bodies of my dead brothers.

 

General Calhoun tells me to proceed 20 yards.

I hear an explosion, I hear my brother's scream.

I'm scared..

 

Scenes like these are for the movies,

Look at me now,  

front line infantry reporting for duty. 

 

I cried when my mother left me. 

I cried when my brother left me.

 

I return home to the one place I can find happiness.

But, my neighbors look at me and snarl.

Even the kids look down on me.

My country labels me a hero,

 

But society labels me a zero. 

 

I remember the golden years of being a child.

Especially the strawberry ice cream.

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