There are those who want to be but never really were,
Then there are those who proudly served, but never say a word.
The “one’s who want to be but weren’t” aren’t worth the time of day,
They spew forth their untrue venom in everything they say.

They try to make you think, that they are one of you,
But deep down inside they know, their stories are so untrue.
They tell you what they think you want to hear, instead of telling the truth,
Then they compound the fabrication by never having proof.

If “those who want to be but weren’t” could only see them self,
They would take their fabrication and place it on a shelf.
For that is where they all belong, locked away somewhere in a vault,
For spewing forth their fabrications can only be their fault.

But they will never do this, for they know as well as I,
Their fabrications will only grow and never seem to die.

Ó Keith (Hacksaw) Bodine 2003

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