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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1974443
Grandfather's poem about personal things that happened to him during the war
The Nightmare

By: Jack Howard Hatfield; My Grandfather

I have been bawled out, bawled up, held up and held down;
Bulldozed, blackjacked, walked on, cheated, squeezed, and mooched;
Stuck up, war tax, excess profit tax, per-capita tax, city tax, dog tax, and syntax;
Liberty bonds, baby bonds, and bonds of matrimony;
Also Red Cross, green cross, and double cross;
Asked to help the society of John the Baptist, G.A.R., women’s relief corps, men’s relief, and stomach relief;

I have worked like hell and been worked like hell;
Have been drunk and got others drunk;
Lost all I had and part of furniture,
And because I won’t spend or lend all the little I earn, and go beg, borrow, or steal;
I have been cursed and discussed, boycotted, talked to and talked about,
Hung up, held up and robbed and damn near trimmed and ruined
And the only reason I am sticking around now is see what the hell is coming next.
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