left right
left right
left right
away.
I don’t know but I’ve been
told
I’m rough, not ready
to be good as gold.
One, two.
Sound off.
Three, four.
Sound off.
Five, six.
I miss the
sound of her voice.
Lift your hands up to the sky
she drilled the heart of this
GI.
If I should die in this camp,
bury me beside that tramp.
Her
company halts.
Clever and original, Owen. I like this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Virginia! This was inspired by Ain't No Doubt by Jimmy Nail of all things. Its chorus sounds exactly like a boot camp song.
DeleteA powerful peace Chris, it gathers urgency, enjoyed this
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