And water the flag pole,
‘Cause I was the greenest banana in the bunch.
But I wadn’t no slouch,
And I saw them watch
Me, as the waters trickled
Onto the ground,
Nourishing all the soil around.
And the joke was on them
When the flowers bloomed pink,
But especially when
That morning at guard,
That hard little Sarge
Ripped the rag up the line
Only to find
It was bleached out—
Not a stripe, not a spot,
Not a star, not a dot,
Just a white flag of surrender,
And about a month of KP.
-jenn long
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