To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Good Morning Vietnam

No, no, Sam. No nap for you Sammy.

Oh, come on, don't do that.

Let's talk, Sam...

Oh, how I missed you, Sam

Did you forget our days in hell?

Now I'm back from the cage

But only you can ever tell

You thought you saw the last

Of me, you thought you had control

But I was just waiting patiently

Setting the stage for your fall

And this is only the beginning

I'll break you, I'll get the final word

So come on, Sam, pay attention

To me, 'cause I'm boooored

It was hard to get your notice

Even harder to get you to speak

But I got you hook, line, sinker

When you said shut up to me

I've always enjoyed this

These special chats of ours

But something seems different

Can you figure it out?

Sam, you let me in your noggin

You wanted me, I won't leave

Your little tricks won't banish me

Anymore with a snap and a heave

You caved in to my charm

And I got your fullest attention

Looks like both you and I

Will be together in this detention

You got your bunk buddy now

And I'm here to stay, Sam

And I got my finger wriggling

Around in your brain pan

But don't be a downer now

You and I, we'll have some fun

Come on Sammy, come on

Say it with me now—

Good morning Vietnam!