Wartime Washington
Today the maples are in flames,
The breeze so cool,
I need body armor.
The world is at war,
No truce, no quarter.
The words of an old song
Go through my brain.
How did I get here?
Whose life is this anyway?
Fuck it.
It doesn’t matter.
Today the maples are in flames.
And I have body armor.
GMG
Saturday, October 23, 2004
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