Poor me
It’s plain to see
My poetry’s flat
flat as can be
I think I’ll go awol
a bit after nightfall
Silence my critics ~
no end to it all
Joe is the sun of a gun
Known to be on the run
He left jail
Made his bail
AWOL isn’t much fun
AWOL
My GF seems to have gone AWOL
So I’ve raised the alarm with INTERPOL,
With the F.B.I and the C.I.A.
And even tried Y.M.C.A.
An S.O.S on the B.B.C.
A daily call to N.Y.P.D.
I’ve written to every A&E
(Enclosing, of course, an S.A.E.)
Scotland Yard say their C.I.D.
Have checked every seaside B&B
I want to speak to her U.C.
To ask if she’ll B.R.B.
Tonight I’m starting to visit A.A.
I’ve just heard she’s married in L.A.
5th April 2021
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What happened is certainly enough to appall.
I'm in the Army and I was forced to go AWOL.
I am disgusted by what happened and it's hard to believe.
Even though my brother was dying, they wouldn't give me leave.
I wanted to see my brother one last time before he died.
I plead with my superiors to give me leave but I was denied.
When it came to my late brother, I thought the world of him.
I went AWOL to be by his side and to tell him that I love him.
Now I'm facing a Court Martial, I'm in trouble indeed.
They turned their backs on me in my hour of need.
Now they're treating me like I committed a horrible crime.
But at least I was able to tell my brother that I love him in time.
A Court Martial and time in prison are what I'll probably receive.
But my superiors were cruel and despicable for not giving me leave.
We have to be thinking, about our alcohol drinking
for those who get drunk, they can’t handle their junk
Our leaders let it slide, to save their hide
let’s get rid of alcohol, to not become AWOL
Now I hear the sound, as I hear the rifles,
That went off as I walked on the day,
We'd lay you to rest, as I tried my best,
To stay strong for dad in a way,
I hear the sound, a gun going off,
I'm left silent, weaping in my room,
I cry for my fallen soldier, who's mind was shattered,
When he raised a gun to you
He pulled out a gun,
Before the rising sun,
And no longer,
would my sister be,
Then pulled out a gun,
When he couldn't out run,
Officers
with disparity,
Awol at the aorta, ripped vein from the source,
Now their hearts sleep peacefully,
Silent, I cry...dare ask God why,
My soldier was taken from me
In honor of my beautiful sister
~Live, laugh, love~
In this modern day and age
When someone can’t be reached,
You must assume avoidance means
That etiquette’s been breached.
You leave a message on the phone
And write an e-mail, too.
You can’t think this communication
Hasn’t gotten through.
So you assume this person
Doesn’t care to hear your voice.
With several ways to reach you, well,
He surely has a choice.
The option to ignore you
Is the one it seems he’s chosen.
Your choices now are limited –
You’re mired, stuck and frozen.
And so you wait and stew a bit
‘Cause you just can’t believe
The person you must really reach
Has up and taken leave.
In years gone by, such actions
Would anxiety produce;
But nowadays I shake my head
And think - there’s no excuse.
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