MAJOR COFFEE
Once I learned of the Civil War,
I had a far better understanding of
what wild living meant. Sad, yes,
but wild. Men with balls in their
groin, or eyes blown away; tops of
heads blasted, limbs blown astray.
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I never knew what the story about this
nation was : an early break-up, some
confederation that could never work.
Some men in chains, women and kids,
everyone having black babies for someone
else's domestic gain. Estates and manors
on a pulchritude of stolen lands.
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No one really answered for anything.
Then today I heard someone say, 'Made
your coffee,' and I swore it sounded to
me like Major Coffee; some flaming
madman, a lost veteran, just after
The Civil War when this all had
to be put back together.
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