The Chief

The chief smokes grass
and snorts cocaine
Look at the fool
He thinks he's cool
Of her to whom I care
He has this to say
"I work em in the day
I fuck em at night
It's hard to do
But I do it right"
To only laugh an evil grin
Acting proud of the way he's liven
A wife and two kids left behind
He proudly states he was a Christian for fourteen years
Gave it up
It's more fun to be a heathen
Life is a joke to you
But the joke is you
And the jokes on you

I'll just sit and smile
Watch you fall from your chair
Because I know you can't sit there
When you look up
You'll see me standing there

By:  Roger Harkness

This poem is a true story about a Chief I worked for.  I had gotten the worst eval I had ever gotten in my Navy career all because I refused to smoke dope with him.  You might find that hard to believe with my long hair and drifty nature, but it's true.  

If you ever had to work with someone who does cocaine, you will understand this poem. Cocaine causes you to have a God complex .  

What comes around goes around, everybody gets theirs either here or the here after.  Just when he retired a female first class brought rape charges up against him.  The Lieutenant doing the investigation knew that rape wouldn't mean nothing and he would go free, so he went another direction hearing rumor that the chief did cocaine.  This was just when Reagen declared war on drugs.  I was asked to testify and for that my evals were turned around and others testified as well.  The Chief was forced to take a blood test, cocaine showed up and the Chief  lost all his retirement benefits.  He got what he deserved and I'm sure there will be more coming at him.

Some might say, he served his country for 20 years, but I'll tell you what, for the last ten years the Navy served him as everyone who worked under him became his personal property and he didn't treat his things very well.  In the military life is a little different.  You have very few rights, you are property.  


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