T.V. Land In Vietnam

The liquid trees sweat in the early morning heat, Reaching out in a deadly grab, I lie on the ground, Chin in the mud, Waiting for the dam to break. The dead breath of air awakes, Twigs snap in the distance, And a bird’s siren cry alarms me, I peer down my finder-scope, Into a wonderland of cartoons, As they dance out of the brush. Fred Flintstone, Bugs Bunny, Mighty Mouse, Each one reaches my cross I fire, they fall, Swimming in a pool of blood. The sergeant comes to me, Says I’m going to get a medal, Says I did a great job, But I slide down the finder-scope, and dive into the pool. I can’t go home now, I must drown myself in red. I can never tell my son, Fred Flintstone, Bugs Bunny, And Mighty Mouse are dead.