POEM OF THE DAY BY EZHNO MARTIN

Soldier On


There aint nothing wrong
with having bad luck -
and knowing it -
as long as you couldn't give an infinitesimal fuck

and soldier on
smiling like a hungry drunk
holding a free bottle of booze.

Speaking of war;
how would you like to get pushed out of a plane
moments after hearing
“I won't lie to you,
most of you are about die”

and fall through the sky
facing fire
thinking of your pregnant wife?

You better believe I'm not making this shit up
so suck in those tears

There's a lot of people in wheel chairs wishing
they could take that long walk
through the neighborhood

moaning about how they just lost their job
or their girlfriend might just break their heart's
or they were just too short
or too fat to make it

and I'm sure they wouldn't have too much sympathy
for someone too stubborn to get over themselves
and try their hand at something else

so,
soldier on

knowledge-bomb
you're gonna hafta
one of these days
so what's the use of feeling sorry for yourself?

Now, I don't blame if you wanna get real drunk first;
only an asshole would deny themselves sleep
before a long day ahead
and it's just as well
to crawl into a bottle
as it is into bed
but
soldier on

any hopeless drunk
hornier than a donkey with five dicks
will tell you getting laid
is just as easy
as sticking around till closing time
on just as many days
as it takes

soldier on

any writer will tell you
it's about making a list
and crossing off the names
till you've fooled a publisher

soldier on

anyone who feels ancient will tell you
luck -
good or bad -
is all about being in places
that aren't your bedroom
alone

it's all about failure
even when you succeed

so,

I don't wanna hear your story
unless you hand me a drink

cause I could use one
to soldier on


-Ezhno Martin