Gripes

Miley Cyrus was drafted;
they had to take her kicking and screaming.
Like the bottom of the ocean,
she thought it was a dream.

Miley said to Billy Ray:
“Someday I’ll see you in another life.”
Billy said, “You can make the climb, darling.”

“See you again, Daddy;”
then Miley got on the plane.
Billy Ray said as an aside:
“Maybe she can’t be tamed.”

In boot camp, Miley shivered,
as if she was in a permanent December.
She found that the military
was obsessed with discipline:
a party in the USA would have to wait.

She stumbled, at first,
this bouncy girl’s night out.
Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, wandering--
the sergeant commanded: “Don’t walk away!”

“These four walls,” Miley thought.
“How long must I stay?”
“Am I a mere robot?”
“I will breakout, someday!”

The sergeant barked, “Right here!”
“Butterfly, fly away!”
“We like you good and broken.”
“ Remember, everybody hurts!”

After basic training was over,
Miley felt like two more lonely people.
She came home for a hoedown throw-down
before being stationed
in Montana.


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