"Walking down the street,
Debating and contemplating...

An advanced breed of tigers,
Known as peaceful not fighters...

Tragically sporadically,
Things happen factually...

Keep on writing,
You have writer's block...

The pot is hot,
The water boils...

This desert seems forever,
The sun shines upon my gear...

Confusing like a cross dresser,
Like a calm rant...

Since the start of the Cold War,
Nuclear war has been a fiasco...

I write like a scribe,
Because there are things to describe...

This soldier was now in a coma,
Now back overseas...

This atrocity,
Flows with velocity...

Clear this field of soldiers,
Take your guns and fight...