Military Killed the Ish

whatever's on the dot
ish is when I'll be there
ish is where things are
we need more to go around
cushion rhyming scars
I won't damn those military blues
at least they can howl with your momma
 
there's different ways for any type of jerk
brown foot white eyed granola bread then
tough tough tough
not an impressive act
the commonalities of red
sing a retort of splat
 
for death with no point
military killed the ish  
to turn bitch on a joint
 
now there's plastic in everyone's mouth
pixel eyed split to side absense of love
dwindling as a matter of who gets what for breakfast
 
it doesn't take a man to damn delinquencies
military killed the ish
getting served as late desert  
 
 
Poem by: M.E.L. (accompanied painting entitled Burning Forest also by M.E.L.)