like sonA Poem by Brian LI am my father's son drunk on cheap scotch and guilty of murder, except I have only murdered myself which is far different than any Vietcong This is why we will never understand each other. The war I fight is not the war he fought yet I still respect him even when he disrespects me and our only camaraderie is the one shared at the bottom of a god damn bottle. © 2020 Brian L |
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