The Making Of!
‘to whom it may concern’
for more Abrams to drive to Benjamins times millions, hooah, that’s how we roll, program to pillage fully loaded, shock & awe, and dragon’s claw to scratch what’s left, step aside Butch, we blasting.
of the 2nd, the 3rd Brigade and heirs to names, another for the big chair, this one will save America, says the newsreader, and smiles, while people die to flags flied patriotic for the next recruitment drive to snare those still alive, as the Empire calls in one voice with the Gods, your country needs you son.
real agenda with a tickle feather for Mount Rushmore, without the means to change five times each day and pay with plastic in St. Moritz you get to die, for the Commander-in-Chief, see you when I get there on a free, or as casualty in Caesar’s Campaign. Freedom glows with heroes bold who pledge their souls in manifold, never tire, or flinch an inch in the face of gunfire, Oorah, they’ll hear all of us soon.
have no paymaster when it’s over, they got nothing to burn on return from theatre to the real deal, dire, God bless you soldier but no hire,
the dotted line was the past behind, for brighter future, not time, to go to sleep and wake up homeless to ”thank you for your service, love what you guys did to the insurgents.”
play chess with blood in rubber gloves, count coin and steal the trickle-down that lost Lieutenant Brown a round, of B52s, she died astride a Browning, hitting the enemy hard, a hero for a cause that couldn’t get her a job back home, but built another golf course.
Power is a number on the speed-dial to men who never go on trial, shared by thieves who read the leaves before the tea is poured in one of their seven houses, plotting schemes,
peddling dreams you can’t redeem,
under any name,
fatted calf on Cayman Islands grass.
The Empire is secure,
On Your Own Hero,
*Oorah: Battle Cry of the United States Marine Corps / Hooah: U.S. Army Corps