Tour of DutyA Poem by Alfred Kukitzvisited the VA yesterday. Can you tell?
Tour of Duty
Come with me to the land of monsters and grins A place where black pajamas are don by the thin Where beetle nut makes a black teeth smile and mama son, papa son and boy son hide an AK 47 from sight. Oh did I tell you they shoot with these guns! You will last one year on your feet that is if a bullet doesn't catch your beat Blacks and whites will enjoy a fraternal hatred of each other as one black man said this is a white man's war as you mumble around the orders of an unusual nature like shoot here or there but not everywhere. The rains of Orange have something in store as you explore the benefits of castration and more to the age to 40 in anticipation of survival. Have some heat of a 100 or more and the kind of humidity that blesses the soul Last of all there will be no taxes to Sam as banks diddle on GI's savings to the tune of greed's kin. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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