All right.
Poem about Vietnam.
I wrote several poems.
This one in particular, I think is very germane to the whole issue of what's going on with our armed forces right now.
They're fighting for a cause that, in my judgment, is just absolutely a criminal waste of lives and money.
But here's the poem.
Yellow with three stripes of red, how many are now dead so that you can fly as high as my old glory?
You live only because others have died.
And because you live, you're only half alive.
What a pity, what a waste to fight for a flag as ugly as you.
A yellow field with three red stripes in the middle.
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I didn't know what the hell I wanted to do with my life.
I went through a whole series of jobs, and I couldn't settle down on one particular thing.
I worked for frito lay corporation, working in the powdered cheese division.
The powdered cheese would come down this big chute into a big drum with a plastic bag there to catch all the cheese.
When it got to 250 pounds, I'd have to put a lid on it and roll it off onto a pallet.
And I thought, this is no kind of job at all, you know?