Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Terrible Poem About A Vietnam Vet

I saw a liar today;
Said he was a Vietnam vet.
Had the hat and everything.
Faded bulldog on his left forearm, and
Bowlegged in his velcro sneakers.

You served in Korea, old man.
The second World War eye-eye.
Maybe you rode rough up San Juan Hill.
But not Vietnam.
Vietnam vets are in their 40s.
They’re my father’s age.

(Well, not my father,
but my friend Matt’s,
and Glenn’s.
And some teachers, mostly history.
Not my father.)

When did you get like this, and
Who’s going to take care of Charlie now?
I was told you were 19.

How’d you get so old when I’m still so young?
Someone’s lying and I’ll find out who one of these days.


  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    September 29, 2016 at 10:17 am

    The youngest Viet vet is turning 58.

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