Obsolescence

After 48 years of loyal service and stellar performance,
They sent you packing... threw you out on the street... kicked you to the curb.
Didn’t even have the decency to throw you a party.

They said you didn’t fit the company’s image anymore. That you were a little dull.
That you were too plain for plain M&Ms.

There had always been talk that you were but a pale imitation of Mr. Brown M&M.
But for nearly 50 years you had quieted the critics
Because under that admittedly lackluster surface,
You were just as good… just as delicious as your colorful colleagues,
weren’t you, Mr. Tan M&M?

When the news came down they were going to have a contest to replace you,
Did you run off and whine to the media? Do you go out and get a high-priced lawyer?
Did you get all crazy and talk about bringing a gun to work?

No, you didn’t.
You came in and continued to do your job.
The big shots upstairs were a little chastened by your unflappable attitude
But they wanted you gone and the sooner, the better.

They wanted somebody with a little more flash, a little more panache.
It was the 90s after all,
And doing a good job just wasn’t good enough anymore.

The contest was a big success.
More than 10 million calls poured into a special 1-800 number
And Mr. Blue M&M triumphed over his purple and pink rivals.

That was 1995.

And for fifteen years, we haven’t heard a peep about you.
No sightings on Florida beaches or at Hollywood parties.
But that was never your style, was it?
You were about blending into the background,
Holding your position until the right moment
And then providing a jolt of mingled sweetness
Before taking the plunge
Into total darkness.

Irresistable

he says he's not fallin' victim
to your line of seduction
but now that you kissed him
--he can barely function...

Heart Problems

don't know how
i'll ever
forgive her

first went
my heart
then my liver

Snip, Snip...

i must cut the chord
sever the connection
say goodbye & swerve
in another direction

Cliche

It’s all so run of the mill
It’s all so commonplace
The cigarette in your hand
The look on your face
but here we are again...

Just A Soldier

I’m a soldier
Just a grunt
Been here
Thirteen months

Just wanna go home
And see my family
Just wanna go home
Had enough
of this insanity

Boots on the Ground

Who’s a civilian?
Who’s the enemy?
Don’t wanna be
No casualty.

Shoot first,
Ask questions later
Ain’t quite ready
For the undertaker