Body Bag

from dave - Thursday, July 25, 2002
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I wrote this piece two years ago.

Johnny won’t sing to your tunes
He won’t play your games
You tell him what not to do
You tell he’ll be spanked

Construed idealism is misconstrued realism

Paint the bedroom and have the trash out when I get back
He paints the bedroom black and is smashed when you get back
Be nice to your little sister, a gentleman you’re to be
Then we’ll dress you up shave your head and ship you off to fight our enemies

In the jungle where the war is waged
A scared girl he tries to save
She’s the enemy in disguise shouts a voice from the swamp
Another step in her direction will be your last

The sound of gunfire fades, as do Johnny’s legs
Shot in the back for going against the grain

You sit down and try to find a reason for it

You can’t