things.
there's always someone
a rank higher
telling you
what to do.
the army,
the navy.
the cub scouts.
i lasted a week in
the cub scouts.
went over the hill,
awol.
i could never master
the square knot
and it bored
me to rub
two sticks together
trying to start
a fire.
why are we doing this
when we have
matches?
i really didn't want to keep
track of the birds
we saw,
or remember the names
of trees.
sleeping in a tent with
twenty other boys
after eating
cans of hot dogs
and beans
was not a night
i wanted to repeat.
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