.:A.N.T.E.  U.P.  3.0:.

 Are you in; it's the ante up den
Let me see you deal with what’s real. No bluffing
The workstation, card sharks pulling face cards
What has become the wayward station
Has become the newer, latest version of
play-station…again as
U. S. sentinels play grab-ass funding while
fondling their genitals

The genius of these generals
Gearing up by way of their war college education
Engaged in The Game by way of military force
Of course...again
Leaving trading partners nervous
This Military Service... While nonetheless
Mass Media Marketing going onward into this next quest
The next best, this new thing…it’s the test they bring
Testing the resolve but what does it solve?
New and improved for those...Unsuspecting Players
Victims of those...Draconian Slayers

Ante up for more body counts; seemingly
More bodies really don’t. They don’t count...but
They do add up
Somebody say count. Somebody say...body counts
Somebody say...Count Dracula mounts
Sucks young blood, each & every ounce
Sucks young and not so young bloods for a price
Yesterday and tomorrow...meanwhile
The Sucking goes on today
and it’ll still be The Suck tomorrow

The built in sorrow
The Counts, they seem not to be relative
They’re not relative unless it’s your relative

or... your friend

or... a stranger who
could’ve been..

But, for me...as eye see
The National Guard aren’t can’t and haven’t been
But, they did extend
Another...tour for six months more while
still in the not so still Syrian streets
road bombs and gunshots
they go off
day and night without
an end in sight

But it’s still onto the next thing
Always...the
Next Newer Thing





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