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Why I’ve got today
This niggling feeling
Like I’m The Principled Nazi
Lieutenant With a Conscience defending
A downed RAF pilot
Of pure shamrock Irish stare
(And this for fookin’ nuthin’:
He’ll die, of course he will, shot
In the head by some Gestapo and I –
I’ll never make it captain).
Sorry, mate, I tried, but
Listen up:
You’re a temp,
Cannon fodder
With runny emerald, puppy eyes,
Just. »



