A ship that won't sailMature

How i feel about the Navy.

Oh i wish i could belong,

oh wait,i am done

I see now that its not me,

it is the burden i bear,

and the bites fierce,

i cant describe,

the way i function,

nor do they care,

ive tried to be good,

now i can't,

I am done with this dance,

to anchors aweigh,

I am done with this misguided direction,

of the fair seas,

a crow i shall not tack,

not ambition that i lack,

my give a damn is out of whack,

im done

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