The End

Joe passes me a day old Big Mac,
The beef's a little tough, but the bun's not too stale.
If I just close my eyes, it kinda tastes like the MREs from five years ago.

Actually, a lot of it's the same.
The crash when trash trucks drop the metal bins,
The cries of the cats at night,
I've heard it all before.

I hear the rapid fire of machine guns,
and the screams of death as my fellow soldiers are wounded.
The colonel is barking in my ear, to aim at my target and fire...

But I can't.
Not anymore.
People gawk and look at me as they pass by,
They call me lazy, stupid, and dirty.

I once accepted the call of duty with integrity, honor, and respect,
But, look at me know.