One Soldier Too Many

        One Soldier Too Many

    Even a red squirrel could be
    An incognito bloodhound--
    Can't shut it off.
    Found a dirty nickel lying on the ground
    With Jefferson face down.

    Neck starts to prickle
    When they open up the gates--
    Can't shut it off.
    No B-Ball rims; they use orange crates
    And still shoot straight.

    A heatseeker senses
    When anybody packs--
    Can't shut it off.
    Quarter to never is the time to relax;
    Never miss an attack.

    Blind in the ears,
    Stone deaf in the brain--
    Can't shut it off.
    Real as a nightmare, nothing to feign
    And even less to explain--
    Can't shut it off!