High time now for a brief thought of one other
displaced, conscripted by your Shock and Awe:
Today, in kilt and crest for you, your brother,
struggling to be cheerful, nostrils a little raw,
displaced, conscripted, by your Shock and Awe,
nevertheless rallies the ragtag troop
that is struggling to be cheerful. Nostrils a little raw,
he serves them beer in a lopsided loop,
nevertheless rallies the ragtag troop
that is struggling to be cheerful. Nostrils a little raw,
he serves them beer in a lopsided loop,
a means of rallying the ragtag troop:
the preacher, the in-laws he can’t quite keep straight
downing beer in a lopsided loop,
the hunting pal—arriving a little late—
the preacher, the in-laws he can’t quite keep straight
downing beer in a lopsided loop,
the hunting pal—arriving a little late—
