Take me back to dear old GitmoWhere once I had it better than I knew.My head is full of lice.A shower would be nice.It’s freezing and there’s foggy, foggy dew.I want to go back to warm and sunny GitmoThere are bats living here inside my cave.I miss three squares a dayAnd dining by the Bay.About the menu here I cannot rave.I miss the friendly pranks we played at Gitmo.We don’t have any fun in this dark place.There isn’t much to do.Most reading is taboo.We don’t throw cocktails in each other’s face.I miss the medical facilities at Gitmo.I’ve a sore tooth that’s aching through my head.I’ll have to pull it out.There’s no aspirin about.I wish I had a nurse and nice warm bed.Sometimes at night I dream I’m back in Gitmo.I’m not bonding awfully well with my neighbors here.Conversation as we supIs of blowing each up.I find I’m making myself scarce in this atmosphere.Oh, take me back to dear old Gitmo.Where once I...(Read Full Post)