At Basic I was in the Army and I drilled with tools of hate,
And at the practice range that day I jammed an active round.
I thought I cleared, and chambered a round; that's when it went hot plate.
And that was all I knew as my body hit the ground.
When I awoke, nothing was there, except the sound of feet;
The gurney swayed, as bootheels clicked and echoed on the floor.
When next I waked reflection showed a face of ruined meat
My eyes could see, and so I saw commotion at the door.
I guess the nurse was new to the ward, for the look she gave my face
Was one of disgust and before she turned I saw the look of fear.
I knew that she loathed my sight and longed to leave that place;
Before she left I pitched my words so only she would hear.
"You cannot bear to look at me, though I've done no sin;
If you want to see who I really am, just look beneath the skin."
Alicat, the Persnikitty
As I sit here dimly thinking
Watching modem lights a-blinking
Churning out poetic hash.
Lord, in all Your piety,
Help me keep my sanity:
Please don't let the modem crash! --Alicat
[This message has been edited by Alicat (edited 02-27-2000).]