The Soldier In Group
A soldier went to war
Where he was horrified and
traumatized
And went consequently crazy.
Back home the war was over -
The war is never over -
The army paid for therapy.
He sat there in a group
And listened to the patients
Talk, and saw the therapist
Sit aloof, say nothing.
And the soldier to himself
Wondered what the hell
He did it for.
The Fourth Of July
England is wittier.
Paris is prettier.
Paris is prettier.
But the Yankees have the bomb
To top the wit,
Make Paris a pit,
And all with Yankee aplomb.
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