I Was a Pre-Teen Mccarthyist

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At Harold Edward's Elementary You pay respect to our God, our flag, our military In grade 3 I had a written composition About the global threat of communism And I was the luckiest 8-year old McCarthyist of 1979 I spent spring break on the flight line Of a base in the Carolinas The U.S. version of my dad had signed us, signed us in, signed us in And 12 years later, the Gatling I'd touched Was strapped to the nose of a U.S. A-10 Separated flesh from bone And honed its skills on lesser humans And thus confirmed the suspicions earned In the 7 years preceding About the lies I was told and, truth be known I'm probably better off believing They said I'm better off believing Somehow better off believing But how could they do this to me? Born head first and brought up ankle deep And maybe you're a lot like me, identified for 14 years without a choice Terrified the morning you woke up and realized That if and when you jump ship, you either swim for shore or drown Don't let the fuckers drag you down