Don`t Join The Army! Poem by Leslie Philibert

Don`t want to go to a strange land and have my ding dong shot off by
a nutter with a towel wrapped round his head who sits in the back of
a Toyota pickup; don`t want to look like a billard ball with a body
who runs about and sings nowmybrainisdownthedrain.Hate to listen to
national anthems which sound as if they are composed by Arnold Schoenberg
and played by Miles Davis on speed; hate being told what to think and
who is right or wrong.And I really don`t need a name like Captain
Bombthemall-Beastly....

So to all politicians and generals...

Stuff your flag up the Khyber Pass, stop playing God and go home and read
Robert Browning in the garden - you`ll feel better too.