This isn't my lone wolf act.
Its my name.
Leader of lost and maimed,
the scared and misguided.
I had a plan.
But everything collided inside.
It fell short on bravado and bullshit.
Its time for plan B.
Follow my footsteps.
Broke up Next to
shrapnel stinging
softsides of tiptoes...
We know this and
the how it so often goes,
Help me help you help us
Let's tear open a kitchen and make broken breakfast like my father never died
Scars today
medals tomorrow...
All we need...
we already are...
Together... we will be
The B Team.
A crack-pot group of drug addict refugees,
Those worth more than the bottoms they are found on.
The broke, the beautiful, and the brave.
No one is left behind.
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