surprised that it was I... rather alarmed me
... but the press who shall swarm me
or my country whom may adore me..
might i reign in glory?
i wonder how he feels to be reverted to a normadic man
how i wud love to pull the trigger ... thoughts may force my hand
i might slide in a spit... pistol whip or two
but if i swallow my pride... i image the medals and follow up interviews
lemme toss him a slug to recompensate my fellow soliders
but wait till i get home, we can celebrate that this shit is over

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