Well were at war again

Well, we’re at war again....................

Sand and bombs and ugly little
desert spiders and a rancid smell
death on the street or fear in the locals?

Sitting in the waiting room at the VA hospital
spinning the new wheelchair smells like a new car
no spiders here no locals and maybe
no bombs but we'll still watch
with the good eye

Talking to the new wounded and comparing
wheels like high school kids.




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