Boot Camp

The days here seem like hell

As the drill Sgt. keeps on with his yell

He calls us piles of puke

And tells us to call him Duke

This has to be a joke

As he drinks his coke

Only one thing keeps me standing

Only one thing lets me have a soft landing

My dreams of Bella

Hopefully I'll win over that fella

Drills 24 7

I want to be in heaven

With my little dove

Whom I deeply love

65 Push ups

70 Chin ups

90 leg cycles

20 miles a day

Only 5 hours to lay

Always yes sir No sir

And how high

With a deep long sigh

As I go crazy and stir

5 minutes of breakfast

Hope this day won't last

5 minutes of lunch

Barely enough time to crunch

5 minutes of dinner

I can feel myself become thinner

My legs and arms are sore

My body feels like an exercise whore

My stomach has a cramp

I must say it

This shit

I hate boot camp

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