The jittery Gaurdian AngelA Poem by Baby RicochetA guardian angel not cut out for the Marine corpsMy guardian angel's a jittery servent with a fractured attention span His protection lasts a quick two seconds then I need a backup plan
I can't say that I blame him much Iraq wore his heavenly nature out All the IED'S snipers and fire fights That's not what he was about
one day I asked him Dog are you OK as he was quivering underneath a sink He looked at me with terrified eyes and said m**********r I need a drink
He wrapped up in his wings so tight and curled into a little ball He tucked his head into his shoulders and slowly he started to crawl
He found himself a quite little spot underneath some metal bunks Then a Marine looked over at me and said Yo dog your angel's a punk
There he stayed under the bunks Just quivering and crying No way was he cut out for this No sense in him even trying
But he had to go everywhere with me and maintain so kind of control So that meant for months on end He went with me on patrol
Most of the time he was OK He was a decent heavenly aide Until we got caught in ambushes' or went out on house raids
Then he'd embarass both of us By dropping to the ground curling up into a little ball and suddenly he wasn't around
So when patrol was over and done and we'd be getting into the truck There he'd be cowering in a corner and I'd say Yo dog what's up
With one eye fearfully peering over a delicate gossamer wing He would nevously ask me Ricochet did we do anything
I'd say no bro not this time It was a quite patrol today Maybe you should ask God to send you on your way
You know dog you aint cut for this The filth the fear the uncertainty Maybe you could get God to send you Somewhere nice and cushy
Protecting an Emo chick back home A litter of puppies f**k I don't know A room full of old ladies playing Bingo But out here bro you're a f*****g no show
So my angel started crying about how he let me down and now he's all pouty and hurt cause I don't want his a*s around
I said bro at home you were really quick but out here man you can't hesitate If you don't pull your s**t together quick I'm gonna go home in a flag draped crate
So he tried to look all tough and s**t But no sooner had he hit his feet An A-10 wart hog flew over head and sent him diving into the street
He crawled up underneath the truck broke his halo on the drive shaft Got grease all over his robe and wings and I thought about trying witchcraft
I got him calmed down and cleaned up once we were back at base He looked so pathetic and defeated with that hurt look on his face
He said Ricochet I'm no good at this My last assingment was princess Di I got demoted for the accident and you're stuck with me that's why
So I said you know what's up dog Were both in a world of s**t You're being punished at my expense and we both have to deal with it
So now here we are back in the world My gaurdian angel and myself All he does is drink Whiskey all day That he has hidden behind a shelf
So now my angel's an alcoholic Passed out drunk in an alley God sent him where he didn't belong And demoted him to Zombie
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19 Reviews Added on September 23, 2012 Last Updated on September 23, 2012 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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