Home Pride
He has been out of country,
for eighteen months.
Served in Afghanistan,
two years now, he says.
He complains about society,
America today.
Other places better than here,
terrible here, he says.
The poor woman trapped,
In the seat beside.
Drank a lot before the flight,
over and over he says.
Boastful, brutish and arrogant,
With no ring of the truth.
A sad, loud liar and much more,
As he rattles on I say.
Copyright © Stephen Allen | Year Posted 2012
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