Here comes a ‘wounded warrior’,
in a wheelchair, out-of-date.
It’s not even battery-powered.
Both are in a sorry state.
You’ll get no sympathy from me,
since you chose the path to war.
And now, I should worry about you?
Not likely, you worn out whore!
Did you hear the cries of your victims
before you gunned them down in Iraq?
When did the body of another’s child,
cause you to take just one step back?
Was the money really worth it,
now that your legs and arms are gone?
There you sit, looking all helpless
and I just stare at you and yawn.
You’re not worth a damn to me
since you chose a job to kill.
Accept your fucked up life,
and swallow that bitter pill.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
Every single damn time that I get a phone call from some asshole asking for donations for ‘wounded warriors’ and ‘disabled vets’, they get cussed the fuck out! Let their goddamn commander-in-chief take care of ’em. Let the fucking Veterans Administration take care of ’em. You’ll get no fucking sympathy from me! You whores chose to fight rich fucks wars, now deal with the consequences!