Snapshots of second chances play through the slideshow in my mind
and Father Time is fucking Mother Nature starting a "Too Hot for TV" Summer sooner than it should.

So I read the Paper. This mysterious storm cloud grey paper.

The first, most important, picture-covered page...says
something about violence and a GMC Sedan suicide missile.
I've never met these men, but apparently they have protected me from several thousand miles away by fighting a war that only makes it to the front page when "some of the good guys die."

Paper down.

www.findsomethinglessdepressing.com
I wish.

Refresh page to a girl in Iraq's blog.
"Baghdad Burning" she entitles it.

This isn't funny anymore.

Snapshots of second chances leave me wondering how it feels
to trade your humanity for black gold and green paper bills.
To sell the land, and lives, and dignity of men I've never met
to pay for the drills, and flags, and deaths of the men we sent.

This was never funny...how did I make jokes?

I glance up at a red, white, and Justice blue flag hanging from a window.
It says made in Vietnam. Will Iraq make our flags in 20 years?
A blue sign permitting this vehicle to park close to War-Mart (sp?)
A politely large woman leads 5 small children to it.
Each one with their own toy gun.
Lord, what have we done.

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