My Rebel Heart
Me twenty-three when Me flew off to Nam,
A mustard Braniff Jet, all Men, save Me,
And Stew'rdesses in Miniskirts, War's Balm,
Me went to set the wounded Warr'iors free.
***
"God's Waiting Room," the renal ward sign said,
Young Men gut-shot in Hue, Khe Sanh, Dong Nai,
You raged: You cursed Westmoreland, wished Him dead,
My time with you: We kissed, Me helped You die.
***
The Tet Offensive came, Me cut the cord,
As mortars lit the night, Me ran away,
Into an alleyway behind the ward,
Me kissed a dying Vi'et Cong Boy that day.
***
Me old, My kidneys fail, Me will die soon,
Me happily live here, 'neath Saigon's moon.
A mustard Braniff Jet, all Men, save Me,
And Stew'rdesses in Miniskirts, War's Balm,
Me went to set the wounded Warr'iors free.
***
"God's Waiting Room," the renal ward sign said,
Young Men gut-shot in Hue, Khe Sanh, Dong Nai,
You raged: You cursed Westmoreland, wished Him dead,
My time with you: We kissed, Me helped You die.
***
The Tet Offensive came, Me cut the cord,
As mortars lit the night, Me ran away,
Into an alleyway behind the ward,
Me kissed a dying Vi'et Cong Boy that day.
***
Me old, My kidneys fail, Me will die soon,
Me happily live here, 'neath Saigon's moon.
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