Poem 1

Calling all tidal waves.
Bring your whole ocean, be a man.
Crusaders of the band wagon, using photo cred to wrangle pussy at the bar.
Dumb little soldier, cocaine could've gotten you that.
Calling all landslides.
Bring down the mountain or stay home.
Brunch sounds nice, throw in a peace sign and song you heard once when he said he liked you back.
Dumb little soldier, pissing off your folks in November while sitting around a bird.
Calling it activism but you're in truth afraid of the fire that you burn.
Midnight is midnight, stay inside the light of noon.
Dumb little soldier, this sandbox isn't for you.
Calling all lullabies, come collect your children boo.
By Matt White