MY MILITARY CAREER ENDED, BECAUSE OF IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES.

I told my Sarge, I couldn't run another mile,

I told him that running was just not my style,

Well, oh darn, and oh shoot,

The army gave me the boot,

After they made me sit in jail for awhile. 

I MISSED THE MOON AND GOT A MARCHING GOON

When young I thought it would happen soon,

That I'd be in a top office near the sun and the moon,

But, of course that is not so,

I've sank forty stories below, 

I'll soon be marched out the door by a goon.