My stomach growled with hunger pains,
Like a lion ready to strike.
I dug through garbage in the rain
Desperate for something that I’d like.
It was a black and frigid night,
Like something out of a novel.
Yet heroes overcome their plight,
While I sit freezing and grovel.
My toes are blue and frost bitten;
My overcoat tattered and torn;
My socks and shoes have holes in ‘em,
I loathe that I were ever born.
Of course, that’s just another day
As a Vet in the U.S.A.
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