Four of them out there
Could see them from here
Equipped with his gun outcome to him clear
Whatever they wanted, his mind haunted him
Name was Jim
No one left to care for him
Except for a monthly paycheck from sam
Society increasingly strange to see
Fast changing in their morals and values
When in service he had his pals too
Most followed the military metronome
Around their dome a nice bead of weld
Onto someone else’s ideas they tightly held
The sharp edge of society
Protecting our own soft underbelly
Grew up emulating cinderelly, and all that cliche
Not handsome or beautiful no chance for free play
Frowned upon for not fitting in the mold
Temp decreasing some would say cold
When you get my age we’ll see who’s old
On your own dreams and ideas make sure to hold
Play your cards right you won’t have time to fold
Awethentic 