Military (Un) Intelegence Poem by Josh Ray

Military (Un) Intelegence



As the bullets whiz over our heads
And our chopper steals away in a storm of dust
We find out that our intel was wrong
The street that goes left? It goes right.
The target is not a man at all
But a lady with a beard
And now we begin to wonder
Who authorized this raid? Barnum and Bailey?

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