Suitcase Man

Come and go the suitcase man
Living from a baked bean can

Never let's all the paint dry
Says hello and then goodbye

Belonging not, growing old
Never let's his tea get cold

One day here, another there
Never has a day to spare

Knocking just to say goodbye
Never thinks to explain why

The suitcase man, deaf and blind
To the child he leaves behind

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Loyal

But how unsatisfied you were
You, adjunct to the bloodshed knives
You went back to revel in it
To delight in the snuffed out lives

And often you got caught up there
The war in turn enslaving you
And now you fall on bended knee
You begging me to please save you

Dragging me back into that war
You scoff at me, bitch, moan, and sigh
Indignantly you act surprised
When asked where your loyalties lie

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