Eighty-second patch on my shoulder,
fighting for the cause
they told me I’d live
a life of glory,
standing tall with honor.
But what I got
were these two mechanical sticks
and unemployment.
I’m living in the thick of it now,
floating in a sea friendlies,
drowning in post-traumatic stress.
Well, the hell with dress-right-dress,
****-can glory,
**** honor,
just give me back my legs.