The Billboard I See

A baby is a baby

Born or unborn

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The billboard I’d like to see

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A baby is a baby

Born or unborn

Unless it grows up

To wear a uniform

(Going to need a bigger billboard)

As society’s

Alleged protector

Cast as an image

With a projector

Using words to

Describe honor

A mind trick

To kill one another

Out of the womb

Death is okay

For with your

Taxes you’ll pay

For that, most

Will turn a blind eye

When all should shed

A dichotomous cry

After writing this

The coincidence of

Traveling the same route

On a different day

The next billboard

That caught my eye

Was the military

Recruitment one

Which surfaced

George Carlin’s bit

“Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”

– George Carlin

Then I dug this up from;

An oldie, but a goody from

“A place for my stuff”

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“Hey, why doncha join the service? Join the fuckin’ service! Join up and die!

How do you expect to keep the country free if you won’t die? I’m dead. I died in World War II!

I’m fuckin’ dead! Can you say that? Come on. Join up and die!”

– George Carlin

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Wouldn’t you think, at this point in our alleged evolution, we could figure out how to accomplish everything we need to without violence and bloodshed.

Just asking for a planet, full of bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivore artists.

Who, when viewed from a distance filtered through the ozone layer all look the same.

Creating various shelters, all seeking ways to obtain food and water. Dining and drinking, pooping and peeing, smiling and laughing, working and resting, sleeping and snoring, all to wake up the next day and do it again.

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“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin