I would have been set to autopilot, For the last few years.
Mentally and emotionally absent.
Escaped.
Ejected.
Dejected.
Degenerate.
Regenerate.
Concentrate.
Consequence.
Past tense, how dense.
Cow dance.
Tony Danza.
Glen Danzig.
Ear wig
Ear worm.
War sperm.
Coming home after victory and spawning an entire generation.
Call them the boomers, Because that was your sound .
The sound of your father giving it to your mother.
After war.
After explosions in death and murders and holocausts.
After good versus evil.
You come home, you have a steak and crack open a beer… Then you start making eyes at the lady .
Smiles.
Happiness.
The hands that recently gripped a weapon of death, now grips The tender vessel of life..
Baby boomers.
Being on the battlefield, thinking about it for months…
“we HAVE to livvvvveee”
Because I got something in my pants, and I’ve been thinking about it all day, all week, all month…
Gotsta get back to the misses..
I’m fighting for her.
I’m fighting for the world that my children will be born into.
I’m fighting for all that is good…
dawn 