They are dying.
They are bored to tears.
They are being chewed out by some push-button
Who doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.
They are hurrying up and waiting.
They are scared shitless.
They are telling no-shitters.
They are laughing at things that would make others puke.
They are drowning their sorrows.
They are beating the shit out of one another.
They are getting their asses handed to them on platters.
They are kicking ass and taking names.
They are homesick.
They are thinking of you
Wondering how the hell they ever got there.
They are losing their cookies.
They are putting on a brave face.
They are picking it up here
And putting it down over there.
They are coming home with scars you cannot see.
They are coming home with things
They do not have words for
With lives they no longer know how to live.
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