Veteran

 

Noisy kids with squealing toys run by the window,

screaming their heads off and making racket.

I run outside and told them to shove off my lawn,

I fought in the war, and I ain’t afraid to show them the meaning of pain.

They run off, howling in fright, heh heh heh.

 

Later, a woman comes by with her two weiner dogs,

wrapped up in sweaters, their fat bellies hitting the pavement.

I’m chuckling at the hot dogs in their buns, when one squats in my lawn – in my lawn!

I throw open my window and tell that lady a thing or two,

I was in Vietnam, I didn’t defend my country so her dogs could crap on my grass.

She mutters something under her breath, but she hustles her dogs off,

their fat swaying back and forth as their feet click away.

 

I soak my dentures as I scrub the roast beef and gravy off my plates,

and then I see it – the squirrel,

Hanging upside down from a tree branch,

eating my thistle like it’s an all you can eat buffet.

I walk out to the garage,

grab my bee bee gun,

crawl out to the backyard,

and nail his nasty little tail.

He falls, and I revel in the glory as he flees like the enemy soldiers.

I grab his tail,

return to the house,

and wait for the next battle.

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[Wildecat]

I am a Vietnam Veteran, and this is a differnet take on how a Vietnam Veteran is supposed to behave. Nice write.