Old Soldier
Greenslopes
Greenslopes Army hospital was ,
For the returned soldiers cos,
They needed repatriation,
For war causes sickness of,
BEWARE
Bronco-Don was there again,
Suffering trauma and the pain,
Till a scan was sought because,
THEY
Put his head in a vice like grip,
Said it wouldn’t hurt a bit
Pumped in dye, bad hurt, Tom-Twit,
But Johnson didn’t cry,
THEY
Took his head out of the stocks,
HE
Grabbed the specialist by his frock,
Strangled him right to the floor,
“you said it wouldn’t hurt for sure?”
near death came as a shock,
for doctor macintosh,
bad Johnson evermore,
his bloody lot,
the score,
SOMETIMES THE BLOOD GETS HOT,
You bastards know whaffor….
Don Johnson
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