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.