Post by piñata on Nov 3, 2004 10:06:49 GMT -5
*apologies for the excessively long intro*
This is a poem that was inspired by multiple media stimuli. I had the TV on the other day and there was this election-related program (I don't know which one, so don't ask) on, and I was also playing the stereo (listening to Pat Benatar's "Love Is A Battlefield"). Anyway, they were talking on the TV about Kerry's combat injuries/purple hearts, and it just clicked -- operating under the assumption that love truly is a battlefield, people should be decorated for injuries recieved on said battlefield. All of the male characters are me, although I'm not telling if any of their names are my real name.
Anyway, on with the poem...
Asia got fucked up somehow
They all say she's insane
I guess perhaps they're right
She wound up blowing out her brains
Ten years later her boyfriend sits there
Crying in his beer
He's the one who found the body
And now love's his greatest fear
The other people in the bar
All have scars of their own
Woeful tales of love and loss
Relationships they've blown
Acne-ridden Jeremy
Was shot down over the coast
Nine hundred female bullets
Damn near made him a ghost
Jason left North Carolina
When he was in fourth grade
Never got to protest
The mistake his parents made
Moved over summer vacation
So he couldn't say goodbye
To the only girl he ever loved
The one he left behind to die
Bob's best friend is a goddess
All the guys want in her bed
He's certainly no exception
He can't get her out of his head
But he can't tell her how he feels
She's too far out of his league
She'd only break his heart
A rejection's guaranteed
Nick and Kim are cousins
They had sex the other night
Now both sides of the family
Are preparing for a fight
Fingers are pointed, blame is cast
The accusations fly
But our star-crossed lovers
Just sit and wonder why
How can love be wrong?
It has to be okay
And since when does the government
Get to have a say?
These are the combat wounded
Seasoned veterans of hell
And lest you wind up like them
You should mark their lesson well
It's better not to know love
Than to live with this kind of pain
Build a wall around your heart
For your own emotional gain
Or you could wind up like these folks
Unacknowledged for their part
They were never even decorated
With their broken purple heart.
It's still a work in progress, BTW.
This is a poem that was inspired by multiple media stimuli. I had the TV on the other day and there was this election-related program (I don't know which one, so don't ask) on, and I was also playing the stereo (listening to Pat Benatar's "Love Is A Battlefield"). Anyway, they were talking on the TV about Kerry's combat injuries/purple hearts, and it just clicked -- operating under the assumption that love truly is a battlefield, people should be decorated for injuries recieved on said battlefield. All of the male characters are me, although I'm not telling if any of their names are my real name.
Anyway, on with the poem...
Asia got fucked up somehow
They all say she's insane
I guess perhaps they're right
She wound up blowing out her brains
Ten years later her boyfriend sits there
Crying in his beer
He's the one who found the body
And now love's his greatest fear
The other people in the bar
All have scars of their own
Woeful tales of love and loss
Relationships they've blown
Acne-ridden Jeremy
Was shot down over the coast
Nine hundred female bullets
Damn near made him a ghost
Jason left North Carolina
When he was in fourth grade
Never got to protest
The mistake his parents made
Moved over summer vacation
So he couldn't say goodbye
To the only girl he ever loved
The one he left behind to die
Bob's best friend is a goddess
All the guys want in her bed
He's certainly no exception
He can't get her out of his head
But he can't tell her how he feels
She's too far out of his league
She'd only break his heart
A rejection's guaranteed
Nick and Kim are cousins
They had sex the other night
Now both sides of the family
Are preparing for a fight
Fingers are pointed, blame is cast
The accusations fly
But our star-crossed lovers
Just sit and wonder why
How can love be wrong?
It has to be okay
And since when does the government
Get to have a say?
These are the combat wounded
Seasoned veterans of hell
And lest you wind up like them
You should mark their lesson well
It's better not to know love
Than to live with this kind of pain
Build a wall around your heart
For your own emotional gain
Or you could wind up like these folks
Unacknowledged for their part
They were never even decorated
With their broken purple heart.
It's still a work in progress, BTW.
