i can still see the palm trees,
beach with a calm breeze.
when thomas polotzky passed me some bomb weed,
bong rips, then the bomb hits...
this coastal beach melts like impressionist Dali…
if he was dropping acid, on dimethyltryptamine while poppin mali...
saw such crazy shit, swear i haven’t been herbin since...
even tho i got scrip for my nervous twitch…
plus clumsy.. just a little bit…
but i don’t have two left feet.... i don’t have feet period
not that there’s anything to stand for
give it all and they demand more
abandon you dismantled and no longer give a damn or...
when in uniform…’we thank you for your service…’
on the street asking for food to eat… ‘you’re fucking worthless...’
nobody jumped ship… just look beneath the surface…
these drowning men were tossed overboard on purpose...
if the current flow goes undeterred i’ll be swept along…
killed by indifference… after i survived shots from the viet cong...
war what is it good for?
who watches the watchmen?
might be too late for me but please somebody stop them.
or they’ll end up testing toxins on the next generation
don’t rob them of a future… only you can save them
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