Sense Sonnet - Steamer

No Legs

I lost both of my legs in war,
Blown off while serving in Iraq.
Stateside, it took a year or more
For prosthetics - not a fast track.
And then while in a V.A. ward,
Sometime while I was fast asleep,
A rotten thief came by and scored,
Stealing my new legs - what a creep.
With not a leg to stand upon,
I'm now stuck in who's to blame
For letting my two legs be gone.
I have no choice but play their game.

But while the bureaucrats talk talk,
I'm caught in red tape and can't walk.