Excellent Written when Bush and Cheeny were starting wars. I Bleed Patriotic Blood by easyeverett1

I am torn, wasted-worn, busted-up, so forlorn, bent and duckin' jungle-creep, it strips me of my needed sleep. Tears on tears are fallin' down through silver-threaded drips of life, along with weary, weary warrior strife. Hey friend, got a friend, didn't make it in the end? Hear them growlin' in the grave, under dirt and over brave, got another one to save, make the vow the victor made. Hear them walkin' in my dream hear them talkin' through a scream. Feel another dear one's dread, got another brother dead. Cost, cost, what a cost, every goddamn thing is lost. War? War? Got to fight, got to fight, got to fight a war tonight. Needs of soldiers never met, not by Bush and Cheney yet. I am ragged, I am tough, I bleed patriotic blood! I roam and rage around my cage, I'm on a very sorry stage. I'm filled with mental incompletes as I go back out on the streets. I am a vet not home quite yet, and "Charlie's" winning every bet. A junkie needs a daily fix of love and smack, a perfect mix, that takes away the jungle creep and puts his body back to sleep.

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