a poem for W the gr8
Pat Dixon
back when the vietnam war was going brisk-
ly, a yale preppie from CT
pulled daddy’s strings, & then he got
bumped 2 the head of the long, long line
for the TX Ere Nat. Guard.
tho’ those (who’d had 2 w8) thought him a slimey jerk,
he said, “g, george, th@ wasn’t 2 hard!
i’ll just stay on coke & skip the other flyin’!”
& he did--religiously: while other folk were dyin’
W “knew” God pl& 2 save him 4 “higher” work--
so 4thwith he heeded th@ call divine
& never once put his own *.
[translation of last line: aand never once put his own ass t’ risk]
