To My Drill Instructor, Captain---, OTS, San Antonio

Salute!  You prick, you bent tin pail of lard,

you treated us with disrespect and hard

remarks that were, exceedingly, quite plentiful;

and showed much of the storms that lashed your soul.

Those silver bars did not make your life rich:

you were the basest of all men, you dumb sumbitch.


Starward

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