Sergeant Safety

Guest Poem by Sergeant Safety

Standing to attention, only receiving disdain,

Telling, Yelling, Commanding, this is not a game.

Feeble excuses to my ears, lame,

Those that don’t obey must desire pain.

Salute me and my presumed rank,

A status validated by the bank,

It’s my duty to out-think, out-smart, out-flank,

And this will provide salvation…

What a wank.