Two Seven Five

poem by: Gilbert J. P. III
Written on Jan 07, 2019 

I wanna' be an Airborne Ranger,
Live the life of Sex 'n' Danger,

                    Airborne Ranger,
                    Sex 'n' Danger,

Combat Jump from a Sea One Thirty,
Five, Five-Six it Won't Be Pretty,

                    Sea One Thirty,
                    Won't Be Pretty,
                    Airborne Ranger,
                    Sex 'n' Danger,

Infantry Chord with Blue Cross Rifles,
Tab 'n' Scroll look Mighty Frightful,

                    Blue Cross Rifles,
                    Mighty Frightful,
                    Sea One Thirty,
                    Won't Be Pretty,
                    Airborne Ranger,
                    Sex 'n' Danger,

Tan Beret, Flash 'n' Ranger Patches,
Mustard Stain with Combat Badges,

                    Ranger Patches,
                    Combat Badges,
                    Blue Cross Rifles,
                    Mighty Frightful,
                    Sea One Thirty,
                    Won't Be Pretty,
                    Airborne Ranger,
                    Sex 'n' Danger,

Stars 'n' Bars, Stars 'n' Bars, Star,

Kevlar, Training, Protect Me,
                    Fighting keeps my people free,
Carbine, Flash-Bang, Never Flee,
                    Kicking doors for my country,
Eye-Are Vision, Help Me See,
                    Neutralizing enemies,

                    Chutes, 
                    Chutes, 
                    Shoot, 
                    Shot,

                    Boots, 
                    Boots, 
                    Brute, 
                    Bought,

Ka-Chunk, Ka-Chunk, Ka-Chunk,
                    The SAW Sounds Off,

Screams to the sound,
                    Stars 'n' Bars, Stars 'n' Bars, Star,
Dreams lost each round,
                    Stars 'n' Bars, Stars 'n' Bars, Star.

 

Tags: Dark, Scary, Rhyme,

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