The ramblings of a poet who would like to someday get off the road & live a normal life again, but for now is stuck in limbo.
Monday, February 20, 2006
The Alien World
How many more lies will my mom tell. Anyhow I am off on another junket. It's starting with a slow crawl. Comrade Canuck is trying to get me to stay in the north, the Gulag. I will leave this place one way or another. Preferably on my own two feet, but it just might have to be a casket. They are trying to make me join the CF. Ha, I never will. You can destroy my familly, the deserve to be except for those on my father's side. Anyhow if anyone anywhere in the world ever see's me in the C anadian uniform you will known I am not there by choice. They will have captured me & scooped out my brain. I hope my alien buddies read this & abduct me to get me away from the crazy commies. Anyhow time is short I have to roll.
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