A Footsoldier’s Tale

It gave him something to do

Besides sit on the couch

With no prospects

Except the hamburger joint

When somebody called in sick

Right after he signed up for The Cause

He got a nice new pair of combat boots

And went to school

To learn that Other People

Were The Enemy

In time he pulled his head

Out of the clouds and took

His feet off the ground

To go home

He found it hard to hold a job

But harder still

To pat his conscience down

So every day he drank a fifth

And every night he played roulette