A Letter To the President

Lyndon, you’ve sent me overseas To fight your bloody battle Although it hasn’t been that long That I threw down my baby rattle But bodies are what you needed And wars make you rich While Lady Bird beautifies America While I’m fighting from this ditch I heard you owned an arms factory That makes those M-16’s And soon they’ll be overseas For all us frightened fighting teens You house the poor except for youth They’re needed overseas It must be something in the water Or is it a democrat’s disease? The rich head off toward Canada There’s no getting them over here As body bags fly safely home And we drink good warm beer Those chemicals you spray around You say they’re as harmless as a pup But we have witnessed otherwise With folks throwing up their guts But Lyndon, you’re saving these people That want only to be left alone But I see you throwing those crumbs Like throwing the dog a bone The money goes through the laundry By bigwigs over here It’s going to their bank accounts Of course you didn’t know that I’m sure It’s just a game you’re playing And we’re the pawns running wild Another hero bites the dust Another mother’s child I wonder if I’ll still be sane When my time over here is through? And what chance have I back home This is all I know how to do Just thought I’d write you a letter And explain some gripes we observe I know you’ll be reading this And won’t throw us a curve