Mark I. Kirkmeyer


They marched in out of step
looking awesomely inept
They look sloppy and overweight
ogling women looking for a date
They make you feel good.
They would on report if they were mine
Uniforms sloppily worn, boots need a shine.
Magazine pouches and wells empty
ready to fight for our safety
They make you feel good
They are there to look good
That is easily understood
Anyone with a trained eye
will wonder exactly why
They make you feel good.

Author’s Note: This poem was written following 9-11 as an incitement of the state of unpreparedness of a particular National Guard Unit who were expected to guard a local airport.