Soldier of Fortune
I’m a soldier of fortune and always will be
when one war is over, another one is beginning someplace else…
take your gun and move on...the next trench, the next foxhole…
loyalty?...there’s no such thing as loyalty--
it’s like water under a bridge, sand through your fingers...you get it…
my loyalty goes to the highest bidder cash money…
a one man band who does it all by himself under his rules…
when he wants, what he wants, and if he wants...no way I’m compromising for somebody…
no getting dragged down the drain...being built up and torn down and disappointed (again!)...
realized what I was and what I wasn’t...not part of a constellation…
more like a Quasar BUM BUM BUM BUM from Motorola
$1.07
$1.07 in my pocket and it's Tuesday afternoon and I'm just beginning to see
that the palm trees outlined against a dark and darker sky--lightning flashing thunder crashing and the trees are bowing to my presence...blow wind blow--blow hard, blow mighty,
blow the man down for all I care...rain hitting the window like a desperate dog at a slot machine down to the last coins to his name…
I fall back into bed and hear the driving rain on the roof and wish it could pick me up
and drive me somewhere...staring at the swirly pattern on the ceiling
and feeling the swirlyness of hunger in my stomach—
drifting in and out of consciousness...phone rings, I don’t answer—
I’ve got nothing to say and nobody to say it to
