Some Days Just Stink

Written earlier, but received 12/18/07

Some Days Just Stink,
by C.D.M.

Sitting up here,
in this boring tower,
Its been twenty days
since I took a shower.

My hair is a mess;
my feet ache and stink.
My father was right,
as I begin to think.

My enemy is not a terrorist,
but a squirrel that is cunning,
Who feasted on brownies,
before we came running.

But who had the last laugh?
not the squirrel of chocolate fur.
For he was shot and beheaded,
by men who say errrr.

We were happy it was gone;
the happiness didn’t last,
For the mice then invaded,
and took over fast.

So now we are besieged,
with rodents on all sides
No hope for the future,
we need stronger pesticides.

So why did I join,
as I wonder and pray.
Please God no more rodents,
for they are evil and gay!

As you read this pray,
for tired ass Marine
Who is now hating life,
dying on the latrine.

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