SLAM!

A Booter's Anthem

I tried not to think about it on the plane
It hadn't quite hit me on the bus
The fact that I would never be the same again
Uncle Sam now had me on a chain
For the next few months, our Chief owned us
I had signed my soul away with a Navy blue pen

Chopped off our hair and lined us up, they did
A rag-tag bunch of recruits, we were
Couldn't march in rhythm to save our lives
In an ocean of sharks, we were puny squid
Every other word was "Yes, Sir!", "No, Sir!"
Most of us just dreamed about getting out alive
And that was week two

Week six rolled around a year later
We all had mates and foes by then
Been there so long, we thought we knew all the tricks
Laughed at the new kids, 'cause we were greater
Phone calls home: we never knew when
And there was still Chief, who would beat us for kicks

I fell behind not long after New Year's
Doc said my knee was fractured
I told him to stick it where the sun don't shine
I watched my friends graduate, my eyes filling with tears
Getting out was now all that really mattered
Uncle Sam was no friend of mine
A fortnight later: freedom anew

~ Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads... do I smell blueberry pie? - if Yoda had ADD ~

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