Never heard of such a thing! Africa perhaps,

But here impossible!

No, Sam! I saw what I saw here, Philippine’s!

If hungry enough, probable!



“These people were all well-armed, I saw!

Was nothing I could do,

All alone, no weapons at hand!

Just snuck off from that zoo!”



“Sam, it was horrible, legs wired up,

On a spit, juice spattering, too!

They drooling hungrily, one turning spit!”

Man being turned, one of you!



I could of imagined that so not too alarmed!

We had left a lot unburied.

Man can live off his fat just so long,

Too long, too far to be carried.



We know Jesus fasted 40 days,

Four or six was my limit!

Bullion not a whole lot of eating,

And coffee, no need to skimp it!



Small wonder I am scarfing a lot since then!

Since one was like 200 lbs.

But back to the bullion and coffee binge,

Five of us left safe and sound!



Filipino boy requested my presence

On this what, wild goose chase?

But why pick on me? My wild look and beard?

Guess I was one frightening case!



Maybe my tommy gun is what he liked,

Wild the looks of that piece

That I could now them down with one blurp (*)

Or maybe 2 blurps at least!



Turned him down! Told him, “I am too tired!

Come on, kid, been six months!

Been fighting too long, want to go home!

Had more that my share of lumps!”



Wild man I then lay down and slept,

Pillow? Cover? What is that?

Protector, why does He care about me?

One day I may wear a hat!



One day, did God have that day in mind?

This simple fool, He cared?

Trusted to guide him every step!

So trust Him! Oh, yes, I would dare!



(*) Blurp – triple fast series of shots.



Sam Cox 11.5.08

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