The Imposter
You’ll see him brace the bar at times, though he’ll very rarely shout
Spinning all his fairy tales, thinking he won’t get caught out
In the art of living lies, this one knows his game
The military imposter, the one who knows no shame
Some medals that he dares to wear, were never won by him
And he’s added the odd one or two, colloquially known as tin
Down throughout the decades, his lying never stops
He’ll say he can’t provide the proof, they were always “secret ops”
Clearance diver, SAS, he only picks the best
He never shows any guilt, for the deceit upon his chest
He’ll bore you with his long past deeds and take you for a fool
He was out there fighting, when he should have been at school
If you ever challenge him, ‘cause you know his facts aren’t true
He’ll say he has to make a call, or dash the “loo”
He always states that he’ll be back, but only god knows when
For you’ll know one thing’s for certain, you won’t see him again
Sadly things will never change and I think it’s a disgrace
For every imposter that is revealed, another takes his place
Some people just can’t help themselves, as delusions will run rife
Wannabees and wankers, are now a part of life
Now in the stillness of the dawn, when we bow our heads and pray
And remember our brave fallen, in the mist of ANZAC Day
For there’s one award we all salute, not of a coward’s pallor
It’s a crimson ribbon rarely seen. With a cross that states “FOR VALOUR”.
By Tomas ‘Paddy’ Hamilton
21 February 2014
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Too true…..I reckon we have all come across them at some stage.