Ahhhhhhh, catapulting soaring roaring glory!
The boldness, the common sense of the U.S. Secretary of Defense!
Chuck Hagel has sold the entire U.S. Air Force’s A-10 Warthog Fleet
To the Afghan National Army for one dollar!
With a lot of training & expensive accoutrements
Now the ANA gots its own aging, rattling, deadly air-support
This Chuck is proud of that Chuck
For doing the right Chuck Chuck thing!
I am Capt’n Chuck Fiddler of the U.S. Army
Pulling my ripcord over the Nuristan Province of
Not Afghanistan, but Afghaneeland
A bubble full of wishful thinking inside my mind
A tiny dumb-ass bubble that refuses to pop
But that floats like a prayer in the ethereal reaches
Of a poor old soldier’s mind, so yes
I am parachuting out of a Warthog aeroplane above Pluckame!
Inside this strange bubble that will not stop
I’ve been training Afghan soldiers to fly
Now like a rain drop I am about to plop
At the feet of Col. Sheena Johnson
I shall serve wherever my empress be
Be it Afghanistan & be it free
So I float from above
To back the colonel’s love!
Yes, I float & whirl & twirl
Caught in a vortex of air swirling grand
Afghaneeland’s atmosphere gots a mind of its own
It looks like I’ll never land!!!
Copyright Clyde Collins 2014
Art by Shepard Fairey