This poem was inspired when i saw a social media page with a load of ex vets ripping apart a bunch of fake soliders, referring to them as Walts, walter mitty type charactures , one chap in particular had a SAS beret with a iron cross medel.
Oh Walter just take a look at you
Oh Walter what are we to do
Peddling patriotic power and fear
The military cosplayer of the year
Like a bragging locker room jock
Boasting about sex you just never got
Wearing medals for wars you never won
Seeing the whole darn lie come undone
Pissed up and pissed off in equal measure
Dressed up for the war built only for leisure
Marching with the brotherhood of ham
Proudly displaying the iron cross for Uncle Sam
Relationships smashed under your tender fist.
She wasn’t asking for it but you couldn’t quite resist.
Your The kind of man a war would take away
But when war never happened you left her anyway.
Oh Walter, Walter take a look at you
Your badge is upside down, your beret is askew.
You look at Churchill’s statue and wipe away a tear
The military cosplayer of the year.