With rain drops dripping from the roof
Morning teardrops in my eyes
Water drops from the faucet
And I rise to face a new day
With a wide smile on my face
Leaping from bed so I can chase
That first drop of coffee I taste
With rain drops dripping from the roof
Morning teardrops in my eyes
Water drops from the faucet
And I rise to face a new day
With a wide smile on my face
Leaping from bed so I can chase
That first drop of coffee I taste
Beat that Drum!
Beat that Drum!
Beat that War Drum!
Beat it as we shoot our guns!
Beat it till the heathens run!
Beat it till the war is done!
Beat that Drum!
Beat that Drum!
Beat it all night!
Beat it cus we love to fight!
Beat it with your angry might!
Beat it so we know we’re right!
Beat that Drum!
Beat that Drum!
Beat that Drum loud!
Beat it as we burn their town!
Beat it as we burn it down!
Beat it cus we are so proud!
Beat that Drum!
Beat that Drum!
Beat it they said!
Beat it as we break their heads!
Beat it as we bomb their beds!
Beat it as we kill them dead!
Beat that Drum!
Beat that Drum!
Beat as they Die!
Beat it as they ask why!
Beat it with their hands held high!
Beat it as the mothers cry!
Beat that Drum!
Beat that Drum!
Beat that war Drum!
Wind howls past my ears
Like grinding of gears
Eyes filling with tears
Drowning in my fears
Lies in a shrill shriek
As truth slowly leaks
To a running creek
Leaving future bleak
Blinded by labels
Ever growing bills
Heroes are fables
Arthur’s round table
Wind growing stronger
Noise ever louder
As the warmonger
Heads out to conquer
Write a poem about it?
About how you see me as a disgrace?
Threw my shame in my face?
Broke down crying all over the place?
Write a poem about it?
About how I support you always?
Brag on you to everyone?
How we survived the family craze?
Write a poem about it?
How you turned your back on me?
How you blame me for everything?
How you won’t let me speak?
Write a poem about it?
So you can laugh one more time?
Make jokes about my passion?
How little you respect my stupid rhymes?
Write a poem about it?
About the generational curse?
How you use silent treatment?
That you cut me off and made it worse?
Write a poem about it?
About this deep betrayal?
Et tu Brute?
Is this death the final?
Write a poem about it?
Fine, here it is.
Enjoy it if you wish.
My heart discarded in a ditch.
May the sacrifices we made never be in vain. May our service ever be honored. And may we ever stand in unity with those who served with us. Today I lift a glass to my sisters and brothers in arms, to those who served before and those who still serve. Though we all live very different lives, one thing will bind us always. We all wore the uniform of our nation and protected its values. Cheers to you, my fellow warrior!
A loud bugle call to rouse our spirits
Only some answered though all could hear it
Left family and homes to take up arms
Knowing full well of the various harms
So full of honor and courage and strength
Bound bodies and hearts for the nations gain
And bugles turned to bullets in battle
Chains of death and war began to rattle
We bared the burden of our friends falling
And come to salute them where they’re resting
And proudly we stood, shoulder to shoulder
With honor we served, all of us soldiers
No amount of resolve
Can help me resist you
Addiction that cannot be solved
Leaving only one things for me to do
I’ll just pull up a chair
Enjoy the tasty feast
Once I got a bite, not even prager
No words can satiate this risen beast
Only one course to take
This fever you’ve given
To let the savage beast address the ache
Lay yourself down in complete submission
And just when I thought
My desire for you
Any stronger could not
Then you go and find
A way to further stimulate
My body spirit and mind
And now I’m completely lost
In the midst of my endless lust
Leave me out of breath with eyes crossed
I’ll always cherish you
My beautiful and wicked queen
Ever enjoying your sweet dew
From a toxic relationship…
My stein filled to the brim
With both blessing and sin
With light inviting foam
Once down will make me groan
For although I like this drink
Something’s in it that stinks
A flavor that turns sour
At any given hour
Still I keep on drinking
My heart keeps on dreaming
That one day we’ll be fine
You happily all mine
But then you make me sick
Proving you are toxic
Poison to my spirit
Plan again to exit
So intoxicating
You are so enslaving
Slowly killing my soul
You’re filling my stein full