Somebody’s got to stop all that raping.
So come on
little, and join the army, and save the beautiful French and Belgian girls.
Dead for another word and all the fierce old bats of the D.A.R.
get out and
hurrah themselves hoarse over his grave because he died for womanhood.
But if he did why he was only striking a bargain.
But there wasn’t anything particularly noble or heroic about
it.
It was a straight deal his life for something he valued more.
It was more
or less like any other deal a man might make.
To do
that you have to fight in the bulk.
And by that time you’re fighting for a word
again.
Surely there are ideals
worth fighting for even dying for.
If not then we are worse than the beasts of
the field and have sunk into barbarity.
You keep
your ideals just as long as they don’t cost me my life.
And they say but surely
life isn’t as important as principle.
Then you say oh no?
Maybe not yours but
mine is.
What the hell is principle?
Name it and you could have it.
