Creative thoughts are lost among
the droning drowning din
of battle to ascend a rung
and rake the bennies in
but every now and then I get
a chance to sit and jot
the few words that I don't forget
while fighting for that spot
a grizzled veteran of war
I carry on despite
the code of conduct I deplore
ignoring flags of white
my fuel is running way too low
to fall behind the line
it's hard to overcome a foe
that savors blood like wine.
Are You Reading Me?
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