Iraq

“Ode to an Iraqi Burm”


Here I sit staring at the stars
Occasionally getting up to search shitty cars
In the heat of the Arabic night
I lie in wait for a Fedayeen fight
I hear the shots from all around
None of them towards me are bound
Why am I here? They seem all fair
That’s when I catch a sent of oil in the air

I have friends that come to me in the day
They have ice for which American money I pay
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