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The story of a poor American

Her name is Jane
She is a proud lady
Her task was motherhood
The mother of three
All grown and on there own
She lives alone in a desert town
Nice and quiet place it is
At night she remembers him well
Her guy named Joe
She pretends he is there
Not to be alone and in pain
Joe is gone now
Swept up in the sands
He wore three stripes when he died
A U.S. Marine was he
His death left a large hole to fill
But that was twelve long years ago
He died in a place called Iraq
Jane raised her and Joe's kids
Now she lives in sickness
She can never seek medical help
You see Jane is poor
A poor American is she
Our government tells her they are sorry
Not enough green to help
All of tax payers money goes to the rich they say
We need to finance there war they say, to poor Jane
We must adhere to the con job the evil one speaks of
He loves his millions
And he wants more
Black gold is on his mind
So Jane you must go it alone
Forget what your Joe did
He was just another peon
His death was not in vain they say
He protected the evil senior
Jane must now endure the suffering
Joe is gone because of something called the Gulf war
And Jane weeps from her memories
Also for her uncontrolable illness
Meanwhile back at the ranch junior
sits with glee

Tony Mike Nerone USNR
2-27-2003