Sgt. FUCK
Sgt FUCK
He was a regular at the NCO club in West germany
His last name was FLICK
But it was embroidered in stick letters on his nametag of his bdu’s
So it looked Like FUCK
I called him Sgt Fuck.
He also beat his wife,and I know this because we lived in the same building.
Hiya Sgt Fuck, beat your wife lately?
Just give me a Jack & Coke.
So I did.
I never met Mrs. Fuck. Never saw her either.
But everyone at 36 Buchbrunnen Strasse, Kitzingen, West Germany
Knew of her.
We heard her wails through the night.
And those who didn’t were told about it.
Oh yeah, big time screaming from the 3rd floor.. How can you not hear it?
All the way up to the 6th floor? Noooo..
Oh yeah yeah.. real loud last night, you missed it.
No one ever called the MP’s
I guess we were all caught up in our own lives
That was 25 years ago.. maybe more.
I was telling my husband about it..and he said maybe they weren’t fighting
Maybe they were fucking
Maybe she is a howler
And ya know what..
Maybe he is right….
Katylove©2009
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