All morning long, rockets shot by
I stood by sandbags, opened-eyed!
At night, at nightâ€”the same
I, and my head dodging such things.
Little I thought, Iâ€™d die that morning,
For here I am, to write the story.
For out of the mysterious, Vietnam,
Came a blood-red sky for everyone.
Rockets whistled in the bloody sky,
They have tails like hawks, as they fly!
But the worst of all
â€¦is when they land
A ghostly fate, in deadly sandâ€?
Vietnam: The Ballad of Lustful Luke
Ugh! What a shameâ€?
Let me whisper Lukeâ€™s lustful game:
Heâ€™d make love several
Times a dayâ€?
As I swept the dusty steps,
Polished my dirty boots
And cleaned my oily gunâ€?BR>Heâ€™d be screwing everyone!!
And that is how we got to know
Each others name (that is so).
And heâ€™d say:
â€śYou want to playâ€?â€?/P>
And Iâ€™d answer:
â€śGot things to do, not today Lue!â€?/P>
Yes, even when in the mist
Heâ€™d dip-down into
His little hut and screw
Screw his many slutsâ€?
â€śO flee, fleeâ€¦â€?I told him many
Warped his mind.
But he never zippered-up
Those olive-green pants,
And thus, his spinal-cord
Unable to stand: he was
Flown to Tokyo, Japan.
Vietnam: The Barbwire
â€śTheir all messed up in the barbwireâ€?BR>(he said); shoot them in the headâ€?/P>
letâ€™s fire!â€?BR>Oh, what a time to die.
They never made a moan.
Caught in the barbwire fence:
Wet, with sweat to the bone!
Now here we stand, awaiting command
And the VC hasnâ€™t a chance.
And here we swear, smoke and
Crack dirty jokesâ€?BR>As daylight grows awfully dim.
And here we play cards and laugh
While the cursed foe wiggles back,
Back through the barbwire fence;
As we wait for command, and wait
And waitâ€¦until theyâ€™re gone.