by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

 Now I ain’t much on politics,
I’m what you might call quaint.
Don’t matter what
you call yourself’ if
that’s not what you ain’t.

I find it most confusin’
when I listen to those
who call themselves 
journalists and who
seem hell-bent to
talk down some 
poor ol’ boy who’s
in government.

I listen to a lot of guys
on radio and such and
I don’t get a lot from them
but I do keep in touch.
They all have ideas
that they don’t explain,
mostly what they tell you
just brings on more pain.

I listen to round tables
of certified know-it-alls,
all I get is a lot of phrases
bounced off the wall.
They never have an answer
to any problem there,
just a bunch of rhetoric 
That ain’t quite square.

So forgive me
when I say to you,
I don’t hear much
that’s really new.
It’s just the same
ol’ stuff to chew as
round and round
they go.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Regimental Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942–44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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