Fortunate Veteran

I always felt very fortunate that in my four years in the Army, I never had to fight in a war. Just dumb luck. Most who serve today aren’t that fortunate.

I honor them. I respect them. I don’t envy them.

Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig



Put a Band-Aid on it
Seal it with caulk
Try some tape
Or maybe glue
Anything will do
All you want is closure

Put a cork inside it
Screw the lid tight
Use some tar
Maybe some paste
Don’t put it to waste
All you want is closure

Clamp the ends together
Twist-tie it shut
Use some gum
To fill the crack
Put the pieces back
All you want is closure

Stop your mind from racing
Set it at ease
Let it end
Don’t lose control
Ease your tortured soul
All you need is closure

Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig

You Will

You try to be a pacifist
But sometimes evil can preside
Until the need to take some action
Creates a moral override

Sometimes war is the answer
As bitter as it might taste
Taking a life to save many more
Can save the world from total waste

Don’t make the decision light
But don’t ponder it too long
The best defense can be overthrown
Inaction makes aggression strong

Judgment call
Stand or fall
Is it for the benefit of us all?

Lives taken
Lives forever changed
Friends dying
Dreams forsaken
Made of nightmares
From the depths of hell
You can’t kill another man
But you know you will
You will
You will

Bloodshed on the battlefield
Not because you want to kill
You know peace and freedom can’t exist
In a tyranny of evil

Lives taken
Lives forever changed
Friends buried
Hopes forsaken
Made of nightmares
From the depths of hell
You can’t kill another man
But you know you will
You will
You will

Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig


Next Move, I don’t know
Your Move, Isn’t it your turn?
My own little world, Hey, that’s cool
It doesn’t matter, I’ll never learn

Look at me, Don’t try to understand
I just want to be you, But I don’t want to change
Can’t you see what I’m going through?
Please don’t stare, Please don’t call me strange

Your Move, What’s the matter?
My Move, Let’s change the game
You make the rules, Yeah, That’ll work
It doesn’t matter, It’s still the same

Why must it be?
Why must it be?
I’m going blind, Can’t you see?
Please don’t lie to me

Turn away, Don’t go any further
I just want to know you, But I don’t want to cry
Can’t you see what I’m going through?
Please don’t push, Please don’t make me try

Our Move, Going for broke
Desire’s Move, It leads us both in
It plays by the rules it wants to
Leaving neither of us to win

Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig

Praise for the Ketchup Bottle

Sometimes it’s the simplest things in life that are deserving of the most praise. Take, for example, ketchup bottles.

Like a lot of people I know, I love a good burger every now and then. Oh, and don’t forget to give me some fries with that burger, thank you very much. Now, there are few who will deny that French fries and ketchup go together like…well, like ketchup and fries. They were made for each other. Ditto that for ketchup and mustard on the burger. It just doesn’t seem proper to not grace the presence of a hot, just off the grill burger with a compliment of the yellow and red stuff. Other condiments and toppings are optional, but ketchup and mustard are both mandatory requirements on my burgers.

This brings me back to the topic of the ketchup bottle. Not too long ago, my family was sitting down to enjoy a simple meal of burgers and fries. As the ketchup bottle made its way around to me, I couldn’t help but notice that it was nearly empty; but it still had enough left to suit my purpose. Without giving it a thought, I squeezed out what little bit there was left in the bottle. Onward to the mustard – the perfect burger awaits me! As I picked up the mustard bottle, I found that, to my dismay, it was also very light, indicating near emptiness. As I was hitting the bottom of the inverted bottle in an effort to move the little bit of mustard inside from one end to the other, I found myself really appreciating the design of the ketchup bottle I had just used. You see, the ketchup bottle was made upside down, with the lid on the bottom and the bottom on top. What a great idea!

I always thought those ketchup bottles looked kind of goofy sitting there on the grocery store shelf – flipped over with their caps underneath and their labels pointed towards the wrong end. And I still do. I also think whoever designed those goofy looking bottles is a sheer genius. I wonder if they look anything like Einstein; I think he looked kind of goofy too. That would be fitting. This person didn’t care about his invention looking goofy. It wouldn’t surprise me if he took a lot of ribbing from his coworkers about the goofy upside down ketchup bottle he thought of. But someone else, higher up at the company, must have also seen it as the true work of genius that it was, and started making the bottles that way. A true visionary. I sure hope the person who came up with the idea to make the bottles this way got a big bonus or raise that year; or maybe a promotion. I think the company should make them a VP. Senior Vice President in charge of product design and nonconformity – and goofy looking bottles.

Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig


This world is a disgusting place
Ashamed to be a part of the human race
Where is our so called morality?
The last glimpse of it just got fucked
Guess we’re all just out of luck

I’m not standing on a soapbox
I’m not throwing stones or rocks
Been as guilty as the rest of them
But at least there was remorse
An attempt to change my course

Dog eat dog
Every man for himself
Looking out for number one
Do onto others…as is best for you

Sleep with another because it feels good
Easier than doing what you know you should
Never consider how it makes others feel
The pain isn’t yours so who really cares
All for some other’s admiring stares

Words get twisted to suit your need
Worship the dollar there’s power in greed
Narcissism is the new status quo
We’re past the point of no return
Turn a blind eye as we watch it burn

Dog eat dog
Every man for himself
Looking out for number one
Do onto others…and fuck the rest

This world is a disgusting place

Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig

Primrose and Periwinkle

Damn this decision
Forbidding primrose and periwinkle
A dark alley of forgotten access
Leads to an open trespass
Out of the light
And into the dark
Leaving behind the primrose and periwinkle
To wither and die in the night

Damn the impatience
Destroying primrose and periwinkle
Yearning the bittersweet memory
Of what will never be
Out of the past
The decades bring home
A fleeting glimpse of primrose and periwinkle
Hidden now in shadows cast

Damn this sacrifice
Toasting primrose and periwinkle
The surrender of a forgotten soul
Laying bare the tale untold
Out of the rain
And into the fire
Leaving behind the primrose and periwinkle
To shrivel and burn in the flame

Damn the young recluse
Evading primrose and periwinkle
With security of emotions numbed
Later only to succumb
Straight from the heart
And into the cold
Burying deep the primrose and periwinkle
Beneath the remains of a new start

Damn this destiny
Condemning primrose and periwinkle
The ebb and flow of frothing sea foam
Erodes to sand a solid stone
Out of existence
To time forgotten
Picking up pieces of primrose and periwinkle
To drift in the tides of love’s penance

Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig

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