Welcome to Wordville... The writer Kool B as Bingo Lee
As All Good Men Do
As All Good Men Do
He left starched and well pressed for time.
There was a war missing soldiers.
Milton's mother will lose good sons soon.
Her breakfast did not speak of death,
but milk laughed when poured; two eggs sighed.
Sizzle from thawed Jimmy Deans Died!
This was one way Davis men died,
tied to tradition, sealed in time.
Still a fetus, his brother sighed.
He, too, will perish like soldiers.
His mother's scarlet sin brings death.
Milton will be at “Blood Front” soon.
Explosions will fill his ears soon.
Fear must trek where valor has died.
“Lie, oh Liberty, give me death!
Slow hours become hell, in time.”
Spoof lines of black combat soldiers!
More manned titan tanks coughed and sighed!
A dizzied, duped president sighed.
Unarmed villagers will burn soon,
tarred by unfamiliar soldiers!
Children crying where parents die,
searching for breast milk one last time.
Parched, petrified, and stalked by death .
No one spoke of Milton's daub death.
In her kitchen, his sister sighed.
Memories stole more precious time.
His body would be flown back soon.
There was nothing left when he died.
They sent parts of other soldiers.
What about these other soldiers?
Who opened their letters signed Death?
Nothing survived where their flesh died.
“Ka-Boom!” Nine screaming landmines sighed.
More uniforms to bury soon,
with wanton warbles rapt in time.
Soldiers, still marching, dragged and sighed.
Death shall write their tombstone script, soon.
“…Died starched, proud, and well pressed for time!”