Pierre "Gulag" Martins: Helluva way to die

[Sleepy Retard]

Lt. Vanechka "Sleepy" Penkina exclaims,

"He was just a rookie Commander and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his powerpack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful lizards roar.
And he ain't gonna Command no more!

Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
He ain't gonna command no more!

"Is everybody happy?" cried the Pilot looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the heat blast, his harness line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna Command no more!

Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
He ain't gonna command no more!

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the heat, he felt the awful screech and rumbling.
The ammo belt from his smartgun spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna Command no more!

Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
He ain't gonna command no more!

The ammo belts swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Harness lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The Smartgun became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna Command no more!


Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
He ain't gonna command no more!

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna Command no more!


Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
He ain't gonna command no more!


The rollar bed was on the spot, the wheelchairs were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a smartgun had failed.
And he ain't gonna Command no more!

Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
He ain't gonna command no more!


He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His bridge staff they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna Command no more!

Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die!
He ain't gonna command no more!


There was blood upon the ammo belt, there were brains upon the harness
Intestines were a-dangling from his Commander jump suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna Command no more!"

Good night, sweet CO.

[driecg36]

I kinda hate you, but i should love you.