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Resting in my tomb

plenty to read

a pretty good bed

& well fed

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I’m not locked in

God has been

pretty good to me

handsome & free

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And it’s pretty quiet

for a Friday night

nothing to do but pray

& thank the Almighty for today

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It’s a pretty nice tomb

that I got

oh here comes Mr. Death

with very bad breath

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Studying a distant war

has allowed the ghoul

from that distant shore

to open the door

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But he’s out of place

sorry, ace

right behind ye comes

the goddess with a prettier face

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Jesus don’t mind

Mary is fine

Joseph is too

& the other Mary’s love is true

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My little tomb here

I mean after all

it’s such a delight

it’s got a reading light

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But best of all

the wild goose call

is so silent tonight

& Goddess Presence is so bright

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I’m surrounded

like by Indians

but it’s light instead

from outta my head

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Is it a halo?

am I a saint?

not by a lonnnnnnng shot

but it’s all I got

~

And its all I need

I’ll just throw my last dime

over the balcony

& kiss your Goddess knee

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Why shouldn’t I?

it’s the last chance I got

you’re so hot &

my hat on the bed is store bought

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I really like this tomb

it’s a nice little room

in this chair a pile of bones

& there ain’t no telephones

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Think I’ll shrink the TV

down to a little green pea

roll it under the door

& eerily whisper “nevermore”

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Got a spittoon

made of purple glass

nex’ to my foot

everything’s so nicely put

~

Oh Afghanistan!

Oh Afghanistan!

no elections tomorrow

peace

~

yours truly

rawclyde

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2014, 2022)

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goddess modeled by

The Tomb Raider

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episode 6

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After about 6 weeks of boot camp

us new recruits of 1st Platoon got our 1st break

in the barracks dayroom for 3 hours

Sheena showed up with a joint for her & I to share

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Outside we ducked thru a wooden door below the building

The floor was dirt, the ceiling low, the walls unpainted

In the darkness the match flared

Sheena’s face flashed forth that of Saint Joan of Arc!

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Stunned, I took a toke, Saint Joan, she cracked a joke

Thoroughly stoned we levitated into the dayroom

sat quietly on a plastic couch

1st Platoon spastically whirled around us

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Over-wired by 6 weeks of boot camp

All the worthless bums were soldiers now

Hair cropped, grins big, suddenly too healthy to relax

While Sheena & I sat silently stoned, watching

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Pool balls cracked & ricocheted

Dumb jokes splattered, laughter clattered

Sheena lifted her fatigues, made me kiss her tummy

In full view of all those raw recruits

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Her warm belly-button sucked me into Afghaneeland

Mission Impossible become a dreamy Betty Boop slope

In a slobbery Tora Bora cave I become a slippery slave

Swallowing the orders & commands of Col. Sheena Johnson!

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(Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2014)

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The Afghaneeland Adventure Series | Old Timer Chronicle II

by rawclyde

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