I'M BAD!!

I'm Bad! I'm Bad!
Came through the firefight we had.
I'm cool. Ain't no fool,
'Cause I Am Cool.

No fear that is clear,
Even when death is near.
My conscious is clear
I have no fear.

I walk the walk,
I talk the talk.
I dance in rain of lead;
I've lain many in their bed.

So I sit, and brag of this,
The enemy, I do not miss.
But something - Is amiss!
Why are my hands shaking?

©Copyright January 13, 2002 by Steve Brandenburg

For my friend, Bill Clough