Don'T Mess With The U Ess. Poem by Michael Gale

Remember 'Rambo'? ...
M60 Machine Gun in hand.

That was my weaponry training while in the Marines....
Those suckers could sputter and spit.

We kicked butt on the Roc Marines Gunnery range...
In a foreign land, was frozenly strange.

Our silhouetted targets just kept a fallin'...
The foreign Marines found out our specialist's callin'.

Marines-you may not know...
Are the very first, by the President's word, has to go.

War is not a Congressional passage...
War-is more like a Presidential message.

We tend to go where we want to be...
We go to war, to be humanly free.

When you mess with the good old USA...
You'll have to play, and even pay, your sorry-acid day.