Army Green 3.0

 

Let’s just say that the Army and I,�?well,

we had our differences.

now that’s not to say we split amicably,

quite the contrary,

I still pay them recompense

 

Gone Friday, Saturday, half of Sunday---

Aged, twenty years in a bourbon bottle.

Come, Monday morning,

Hundred-proof sweat,

Starts, trickling down my back.

Six miles to run yet.

 

Gray matter crashing off the walls of its cave.

I didn’t, drink enough water

To get me half the way

 

Then one -- hour into morning

and I’d pushed half way to China

my -- shoulders turned to rubber

and I couldn’t feel my legs�?/FONT>

 

Now, I remember once when a Drill Sergeant asked,

“Private, do you have a tattoo of a dick on your clit?�?/FONT>

“No,�?I replied, “but I have a tattoo of Your Name on my dick, Drill Sergeant!�?/FONT>

                                                                        ------(Goddamn I got scuffed up.)

 

I was in a few fights,

got in trouble a lot.

I blew some shit up and

paid whores to ride my cock.

Ran four miles a day,

sometimes six,

sometimes ten, come

Friday night comes the bottle again.

 

Sadly I don’t remember much

 except trying to pay for checks.

Catch a cab,

grab a friend,

 here Monday comes again�?/FONT>

 

w/ a couple tickets,

some fake I.D.’s, they,

can’t figure out what’s wrong with me

 

Call the shrink,

“Hey quick M.D.

“All this drinks been ailing me!�?/FONT>

but I’m underage and needed elsewhere

I’ve no time for meetings

Or mental healthcare

    But I’ve got my wine

    To drown my woes

          Until comes Monday

                                                  I’m flying home

 

Had some damn good friends.

Turn’t, <PLINK, plink>

dime dropping pricks,

who got their kicks,

off’a dealing licks. See,

 when the cards stacked up,

<SWIFT, Swift, Swift.>

even friends turned quick.

 

There was Wild Turkey Thanksgiving feast,

then Jagermeister Christmas Eve,

 and come Christmas Day,�?/FONT>

we built a Coors can Christmas tree�?

 

and after a couple joints to smoke my woes

I melted the cup with my napalm hose.

 

My sperm was jellied gasoline

burning holes through jism queens

 

w/ sticky pages,

soiled drawers,

and wet dream mattress

induced bed-sores

 

After, twenty hours unsated sleep,

like a fruitless masturbation scene,

it’s been near a year and still it seems:

I just can’t stop pissing Army green.

-mid 2003             

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