Collateral Damage Poem by Mark Heathcote

To be fair
There is not a lot of difference
Between in here or out there
Wherever we go
There'll be collateral damage
What faculties did we take for granted?
All said and done!
It's a part of being young
When a vineyard is plum-ripe
You know its time call it a night
And close the deal
Barrel up all your days
And remember those lax long summers
Delinquent remises.
What faculties did we take for granted?
What the atom-bomb will I do?
When I can't control my bowel
Or bladder to urinate or do a number two
Of course, you can blow the world to smithereens'
When I'm wheeled into a nursing home
There'll be no airs or graces I swear
To be fair
There is not a lot of difference
Between in here or out there
Wherever we go
It's all a sanatorium don't you know.