i knew a kid named clark gable
saw his destiny at a recruiting table
shaved his head, washed his feet
broke his bread and ate his meat
martha stewart, pixie sticks
he left it all behind
when he went to basic training
his mother silently cried
but the army didn't like him
threw him on the street
and he never told his mother
he couldn't bear the heat
instead he sent her postcards
from all around the globe
with a return address
of a PO box just up the road
but i guess he's better off now
living in a shed
his other friend who joined the army
got a bullet in his head