To The Bogus Caller

 

Yeah I’m an Ex Tom,

And ex squaddie – a soldier!

I served in Central America,

Africa – The Middle East and The Balkans,

     But now I’m home and dry!

 

Home? Dry?

You couldn’t be further

From the truth as distilleries

In far-away places draw me closer

     And,

I guess I’m self-medicating again

To prevent the onslaught

Of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder,

And you’re still there sat

Within the box you never wanted to leave,

     But I did, for I have the courage!

 

Many soldier’s join up

Not only to do their bit,

But to escape the shit -

Home-life they endured as kids,

And I’m going to say it straight

As you ponder your jealous ways,

 

     You think the intimidation

Of bogus phone calls and threats

Are going to see me wan,

Do you feel powerful in

Imprisoning this man??

     Well I ain’t so much a prisoner,

For it is you with your threats

And calls that remain the coward

Entombed within a psyche

That cannot allow you break

Your un-solicit cover,

 

     You see one day

While you’re targeting this man

Who served his country

I may just disappear,

I may just go away

And let you think that I am gone,

 

But I will be,

Right around your corner.

 

Michael J Waite 15^th April 2013.