Waste and Cut!
Waste, waste, waste that's all you seem to do.
Big Army what's the deal you think you know best.
You make your master plans; put crap theories to the test.
Then cut our pay, pensions, funding yea I'm talking about you.
You send out the surveys; the veterans sound off loud and clear
Who better than we know what works and what won't?
But its all crap you ignore our input it falls on deaf ears.
We are the backbone of this Army yet we get no real vote.
Cuts, cuts, cuts and the backbone doth suffer.
No matter our ethos rings true so we will never quit.
While some of us are forced out lives torn asunder.
A good soldier will Charlie Mike despite the bullshit.
If I had my way backbone would be brain.
Business as usual would soon see its last day.
The waste would stop; the cuts would refrain.
Effiecient and professional and truly better way.
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