The position of attentionA Poem by Rob FunkBury me at the position of attention, Have no misconception, This is what I wanted, To hell with all those who fronted, When I walk by, Why do you look like your going to cry, Easy does it, This is my goodbye, For I am prepared to die, Don't ask why, Were you there, This exit wound shall be covered by my hair, The army was supposed to set me straight, Now I feel so irate, Lets send another out as bait, It doesn't matter, So long as I turn the enemy into batter, You sleep after that, You walk around after that, I'm willing to bet you will hit the ground, That's where I was to be found, They cracked over my head, Now all my boys are dead, I close my eyes and they flash, Hell it makes me want to put my brain on the dash, Pills, Pills, Pills, and more pills, Cant doc see its life that kills, Thanks for the decorations, My mother will ask for reparations. © 2013 Rob FunkReviews
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2013 Last Updated on July 15, 2013 AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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