Take it from me! He doesn't linger.

"Why don't you do it? do it quick!"
The Slacker's skull is very thick.
It never penetrates the gray,
What Uncle Sammy, has to say.
"I want you NOW!" Oh, what a Mutt.
The words fall on a brainless nut.

He lied on registration day--
Conscription's law he'll not obey.
He seeks the nuptial vows to take,
Or any other useless fake.
Whatever else, he'll never fight.
He has the Slacker's ear-marks right.

Oh, what a useless, shameless pest,
A blot on human kind at best.
His feelings are for SELF alone.
He would not give a dog the bone.
Behold his attitude--his pose.
The Slacker's ring is in his nose.

For country's call--for country's sake--
For Liberty he will not stake
His bit, nor will he ever be
But half a man. Not he--not he.
His formula contains no sand--
It's plain, he is the Slacker "Brand."