Letters to the Editor
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To The Armchairians
A perfect milieu you have found
Your militancy to expound,
As bloated pompous words resound
And phrases like “boots on the ground”.
How macho posturing you sound,
And that they’re said without chagrin
Shows who you are, Armchairian.
And what about the wars you missed,
Not moved by honor to enlist?
You showed up with your anal cyst
Or wearing pants in which you pissed,
Your future too good to resist;
Let others go – it’s plebeian
They’re not like you, Armchairian.
And all the notion that you’ve got
Of George S. Patton’s George c. Scott.
For you the line that’s best forgot;
Assuring soldiers that they’ll not
Be shamed one day to say their lot
Was shov’ling shit in Lousian’
Of you he spoke, Armchairian.
All know the word but few the name;
One wounded sixteen times again.
The word now issued with disdain,
The man himself though not to blame;
His words and actions both the same.
That’s sixteen wounds for brave Chauvin
And none for you, Armchairian.
The icon loves to celebrate
Past deeds – a Generation Great.
But when it’s time to use his weight,
To hold up what they held so straight;
He keeps his seat and fills his plate:
Reflects the glory – takes no stand;
A variant Armchairian.