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Where no body gives a shit!
Its 142 degrees and hotter than fish grease,
the freaking desert is bone dry,
sand is blowing in the afternoon sky;
all is quiet, too damn quiet, so, so quiet,
you can hear a mosquito fart in cotton.
A pit viper slithers by
looking for a place cool to hide,
I am sweating so “gotdarn” hard
my boots have become a swamp.
An ideal breeding ground
for some bonafide jungle rot,
what fun, ass rash and foot funk,
oh yea baby we got it going on!
Flippin Kevlar is squishing my boobs
making it very uncomfortable
and hard as hell to stay unbruised.
This bullet proof bucket on my head
is nothing but a hot house cooking my dreads.
For the umpteenth time I wipe my face,
Its too damn quiet; what the hell is coming next?
Sitting on an amo box smoking a square,
hand cupped over the glowing ember
so no one knows we are there.
In Coming!!! In Coming!!!
Hit the deck!!! Shrapnel everywhere, damn!
it hit my partner in the neck, go in my back pack
and pull out a tampon to plug the hole,
wrap a sanitary napkin over the wound
with some 4 40 tape to make it hold.
Shoot him up with joy juice he won’t feel any pain,
It is just anther day in the arm pit of the world,
where no body gives a shit! What about you?
Gypsy Red
the freaking desert is bone dry,
sand is blowing in the afternoon sky;
all is quiet, too damn quiet, so, so quiet,
you can hear a mosquito fart in cotton.
A pit viper slithers by
looking for a place cool to hide,
I am sweating so “gotdarn” hard
my boots have become a swamp.
An ideal breeding ground
for some bonafide jungle rot,
what fun, ass rash and foot funk,
oh yea baby we got it going on!
Flippin Kevlar is squishing my boobs
making it very uncomfortable
and hard as hell to stay unbruised.
This bullet proof bucket on my head
is nothing but a hot house cooking my dreads.
For the umpteenth time I wipe my face,
Its too damn quiet; what the hell is coming next?
Sitting on an amo box smoking a square,
hand cupped over the glowing ember
so no one knows we are there.
In Coming!!! In Coming!!!
Hit the deck!!! Shrapnel everywhere, damn!
it hit my partner in the neck, go in my back pack
and pull out a tampon to plug the hole,
wrap a sanitary napkin over the wound
with some 4 40 tape to make it hold.
Shoot him up with joy juice he won’t feel any pain,
It is just anther day in the arm pit of the world,
where no body gives a shit! What about you?
Gypsy Red
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