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“Sober up”
the drill-sergeant yells.
“You’re in the army now”
- been here all your life -
neck deep,
boot up the ass.
“Straighten up
& fly right!”
Wrigglin’ on your hook
memories peelin’
one
by
one.
You are
who you were –
that’s what
they never tell you
- no use knowin’ it
anyway –
always too late.
Catchin’ up
Sunny side up
Flip flop.
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