I'm an unwilling soldier
in an army free of control
and have been all my life.
I refuse to follow orders,
shy away from inspections,
I fall short of regulations.
I'm ignored.
My regimental battalion is just another lost generation of
paranoid schizos wandering
through uncharted territory.
We camouflage the fact
we're lost and clueless
to when the foe will spring an attack.
I bear scars of battles we've lost
and display medals from those we've won.
I often fall asleep at my post
and go AWOL.
Tomorrow I'll face a firing squad
and my enlistment will be terminated.
I don't remember signing up
to join this outfit anyway.
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