Muster Poem by James Casey

Muster

Everyday we go to muster
We all stand, for a while,
In a loose cluster

Sometimes the sun shines brightly
Then they again, they'll do it nightly

Like good little soldiers we stand in a row
Where in the hell, do they think, we could go

There are no clouds up in the sky
Every now and then one hears a sigh

Complaining really doesn't do any good
Stand at attention like sticks of wood

An officer wanders through the ranks
Checking under arms, looking for skanks

He never, ever writes us up
You see, they need us too damn much

We're here again right before sup
Gotta check and see who's time was up

Jim 1964