by scott from jail

I saw a presentation today
about leadership in Afghanistan
not much was said, really,
a lot of waiting for punch lines
that never came
Incandescent slides
of dogs and owners
each looking suspiciously similar
ala, Madison Avenue
a few moments of a truck blowing up
an acknowledgment that They
are committed too.
Now I type out a poem
spelling out the noxious-ness I feel
toward the whole thing.
they had no desert at the table
and I was happy about it
because I do not need the calories.
is this a poem?
or just another day at war?
a war of what?

Copyright © 2012 - scott from jail
Published: 1/19/12   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem