They Sent No Dollars To The Front Line

No Dollars was the cunning sort.

He’d report “No thing to see!”

And there he’d be…

Helping entropy.

Giggling as shit breaks down.

No Dollars didn’t play about.

You could smell him when he’s around.

The fear… that sweet… that curious scent.

Put big men on their heels and spent

Life like it was worthless.

Pitty now… poor us!

No Dollars, you stay away!

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