war poem (a quick poem)

There once was a man, 

 

His name is not important, 

Just know that he’s a guy. 

 

He once went to war, 

or rather, WAR went to him

 

In training, 

He had to fire, 

Not set fire 

Not blow fire 

Not eat fire 

 

But rather FIRE, 

 

FIRE as in creating a .54-inch hole 

in paper heads. 

 

But then he came to the trenches, 

And it was his turn to fire, 

At the enemy 

 

Yet he could not, 

Yet he could not 

Yet he could not 

 

Why is that so? 

We do not know. 

 

But all we need know…. 

Is that he ends with a .54-inch hole 

In his head, 

 

That was created by,

 

The enemy. 

 

 

(I know this is so clunky of a poem btw, like I wrote this real quick for fun)

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