I'm The Army's Saboteur Poem by Mark Heathcote

You're stood standing in drill parade
Arcane is its brutality
Quietly, hoping, this charade
Doesn't hones-in least not in totality.

Singled Out; you shout out…"Yes Sir"
Self-personality, defer
Both eyes, pressing forward look startled
Inside a voice trembled garbled.

This me isn't verifiable:
Furthermore, I must be certifiable
Singled Out; you shout out…"Yes, Sir"
"Sonny boy you're a saboteur".

"Yes, Sir"Sonny boy you're the Cur…
You're the "mongrel" disobedient dog we incur
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry Sir.
Now "Sonny boy, do you concur.
"Yes, Sir"Yes, Sir"Sir, I'm the Cur…
"Sir, I'm the army saboteur"…