Miniature Men

Hey Al
I don’t know if you get the news from ‘round here
It’s the same old **** junk politics and white-hot greed
And the war rages on
With the Gods and their clones buttin’ heads
But you’ll be glad to know
I think I’ve beaten my demons at last

And hell I miss you man
Wherever you are
And hell I miss you man
And I wonder what you’d think of it all

Hey Al
Are you still painting miniature men?
Those battles of yore re-enacted again and again
We were mad for hot jazz
And our jam sessions burned through the night
Shooting cans in the yard
Making gags of our hardship and strife

And hell I miss you man
Wherever you are
And hell I miss you man
And I wonder what you’d think of it all

Hey Al
I am sorry for this rambling disease
I guess I’m just wondering if the one
That I’m trying to impress ever sees?

© Geoff Achison 2017