War

 
 
Don’t ever fall upon your head,
Did all of you hear what I said?
Just one half? Oh that’s terrific,
Do I need to be specific?
It means that this includes your face,
Anywhere, hey there, any place!
 
I’ll talk till I’m blue if I do,
And that is the color you’ll be  
If you fall on your head.
Green, purple and red,
I’ll throw in the black for a clue.
I’m saying you’re gonna be screwed.
 
There’s parts of you you never knew,
Which is bad when that’s where you land.
 
But if you faint from standing still
You can’t recall and never will.
Not how, or when, or why, until
A place called Hell becomes roadkill.
 
By then it’s the throw of the dice
For everything that happens twice.
 
Here comes a guy I’ve seen before,
He looks like he’s been through the WAR.
 
I pop my eyes, he’s filled with dread.
I frown, “You plum fell on your head!!”
 
He buckles from under his fear,
I swear to God, and then I hear:
 
“Don’t YELL at me, ‘twas long ago.
I fell from grace but I was pushed!
While all He says ‘I told you so!’,
Now here I am a burning bush.”
 
My friends, have I made myself clear?
We’ll talk again some other year.