Choices


American teenagers worsening health,
but choosing hangover or being alone,
while we waller in our wealth,
American uniforms are on their own.

Wealth is a daughter or son,
and reflects the figure on the wall,
while you relax on the couch, the crimson
tattooed deep in the will of soldier McCall.

Before the next time you fall asleep,
and dream about your life,
remember, a mother weeps
for her son's would-be wife.

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