The Confused Ghost

The Confused Ghost

By: Roger Alderman

He was a confused ghost or so the story goes;

He still haunts the duty hut due to his earthly woes.

To this day the soldiers warn one another;

This place is haunted by a loving war brother.

The Vietnam War claimed him long ago;

Now he’s a restless and wandering fellow.

Sharier was his name that we now know;

He had the blondest hair that dangled down to his toes.

He loved soldier perhaps a little too much;

He never accepted “NO!” and gave his offending touch.

Soldiers still claim even after he has passed;

That in the duty hut he grabs their ass.

One soldier claimed he was drawn into a ghostly tickle fight;

As no one was there he said, “man that’s just not right!”

He only cums once to each soldier you see;

Trust me he came… even on me.

The confused ghost still lurks in duty huts;

Stark raving mad in search of new butts.

One to squeeze or tickle or even just goose;

Always be mindful that he’s stalking your caboose.