• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 05
Image by

Free Market Capitalism

Join the navy, a picture of Uncle Sam beckoned,
at least I think it was Uncle Sam, I don't know,
I was pretty high and very homeless.

It's got to be better than the life I am living now
I said to Uncle Sam, or whoever was on the poster
before wandering inside the recruiting station.

Sign me up I said, sharks circling sensing weakness
No questions asked and none answered, the recruiters
shivered orgasmically as I signed on the dotted line.

Turns out that I was wrong about that just like everything else
when you are homeless people only yell at you sporadically
in the navy they yell all the time and make you exercise.

Plus, let's not forget the PTSD. Uncle Sam never mentioned
the fact that I would wake in the middle of the night sweating
and the best they could do for me at the VA is this
ridiculous emotional support duck.