thats what the rain was telling me this morning
tapping on my window in morse code
wake up, sleepyhead
it tapped through the screen to the glass
yo, busblog, it insisted
yes you in there!
life is beautiful, the rain said, we’ve been traveling around the globe
falling, evaporating, floating along
and what we’ve learned is
it’s perfectly ok.
and sometimes even better.
but you simply must wake up!
said the rain
with only a hint
they forgot to bring enough food and snacks.
they have asked their supporters to bring some to them.
at first i didnt understand why the authorities didn’t force them out of the encampment.
but now i am starting to get it.
even the government knows these knuckleheads will starve to death there.
while everyone watching dies of laughter.
so to speak
which means i’ll never be a major
or a captain
or a lieutenant
or a general
or an admiral
which means i’ll never even be a rear admiral
who doesnt wanna be a rear admiral?
since i was a kid playing cowboys and indians, i was always saying fuck that i wanna be the rear admiral.
all the other kids would say aint no rear admiral in cowboys and injuns
and id say omg look over there!
and theyd turn around to where i was pointing
and id kick em right in the rear
and run and say TELL YOUR MOMMA YOU WERE KICKED IN THE REAR FROM REAR ADMIRAL PIERCE
OF THE F U PLATOON.
but what i really wanted was to be a colonel.