How about GloPoWriMo 2025?
talking to myself
Hey bro, you know I don't have much money right now, who brings so much cash over to this jungle? We are in the army, man. Anyway, I spent most of it on smokes, brought two cartons of marlboros over, heard the local ones are shit. The rest for R&R, we need that, the pubs, the massage parlors. It's not cheap in the city here in these 70's, everyone's trying to rip you off.
Talking about money, I made some at the blackjack games in the barracks. It's wild man, almost every night. One guy we called the "Colonel" completely lost his shirt and shit, says the dealer rigged his games. Pulls out a bayonet. We all restrained him, of course, no way the officers or MPs get a whiff of this. Then we pass a helmet around, toss in whatever change we can for his R&R.
Oh, if you have a chance to come over here, let the bedbugs bite you.
11/04/2025
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The prompt at SingPoWriMo Day7 was to "write a poem addressed to your younger self". I think the above qualifies.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2025
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