I got drafted

Into the army

   Of one eyed sad centaurs

      But my feet hurt

      My nose was running

         I had any number

 Of television commercial

     Medication ailments

    I asked the army doctor 

If I should take them 

  He said stfu

      Can't you see these centaurs 

Are ready to fight for their country?

   I was ashamed of my poor behavior

 And hid my shame in a shoebox of 

    Whiskey bottles