Timmy

Timmy sits out on the boardwalk
 writing in his book of poems
 a young girl walks up behind him
 looking slightly tired and worn
 She reminds him of another
 that he used to call his wife
 she tries hard to be his lover
 so he'll write about her life
 So he reads his book of stories
 someone is listening tonight
 written in the blood and glories
 of the battles that he fights
 Timmy's standing at the alter
 with his girlfriend by his side
 bullets wait for him in the desert
 as he takes her for his bride
 So he went into the army
 with a gun he could not shoot
 with her picture and his papers
 safely tucked inside his boot
 Timmy sits inside a barroom
 buying someone else a scotch
 half asleep she sits there listening
 staring blankly at his crotch