Please, please
Just stop trying to say...whatever
It is you're trying to say.
Whatever.

You know, just stop saying things general.
I know this is how you think,
How you feel,
What you are.
And I want to be receptive of that;

Really, I do.

But your ignorant, pseudo-educated, trigger-happy,
Ass-kissing, freedom intolerant, two-dimensional
Self
Really needs to chill.
Really, because plaque in your arteries is nothing to sneeze at,
And at the rate you're growing red,
I'd watch out.
But you don't watch

Do you?
Do you care
About the "common man",
About thousands dying
And not just our men and women?

Do you care
About families broken,
About cultures spit on
And all in the name of some...
Some...
I don't even know.

I wish I did

I wish I knew a lot of things.
Like how you can just sit by and run your mouth
As good people run
For their lives, every day, running
Running
And for what?

So that some crustacean of a octogenarian, who can't even see
From one eye and is much more blind than even that,
Can feel that their tax dollars are going to some worthy cause
Because they don't want to come off as pansies?

That generation is dead, those ideals
Dead.
And maybe other things are dying.
And maybe it's too late,
And maybe I'm outdated
And maybe one day, I'll have to face that.
Maybe one day, I'll have to die for it.

And I will.

But until that day, when the patriots come knock, knock, knocking
At my door,
Their wire-taps filled to the brim with my
Nonsense;
Until that day, my life belongs to me.
Because isn't that freedom?
My life, my world, my way?
The truth is, I could care less what we're doing
In whatever operation codename passes for a hall pass these days,
Because I see plenty to be done here.
And here is where I'm staying.

Because for all my bitching,
For all my ranting,
For all my screw this and forget that
I love this country.

I really do
And don't you ever tell me I don't.

Now calm down, and go to bed.
I'm sure you'll have no trouble.