
I got drafted at the age of nineteen,
One year later, I was bleeding out the spleen,
Easy learning when it comes to the .45,
Twelve little friends to keep me alive,
Rifle loaded, I was ready for some action,
Then before my eyes people blown up in fractions,
I mistook a little boy for the enemy,
Could have sworn his name was … Charlie,
Bang! Bang! there goes another fatality,
Lookie there folks; the village of casualties,
It ain’t my luck down in the mud and the muck,
A hail of bullets flew by and one struck,
Blood trickles down my flesh and bone,
I get a medal and I’m on my way home,
I lost my arm in the Vietnam War,
I lost my penis to a Vietnamese *****,
I’m sick of blacking out almost everyday,
I don’t like this monster that I now portray,
I lost my wife when I crashed the Chevy,
Now wherever I go my soul is heavy,
Visions of the jungle are in my head,
When I’m awake, I beg to be dead,
I gained some respect when I became a vet,
But I lost my brains when I played roulette ...
Copyright 2008 Max Booth III
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