Matt Taylor - Army Reject...

Oh, Matt Taylor, the Army reject,
A tale of honour that some might neglect,
Dismissed from rank, reduced in shame,
But his loyalty burned like an eternal flame.

Five joints he sent to his mother’s bed,
While whispers of cannabis swirled overhead,
A son’s devotion, misunderstood,
Choosing his mother over Queen and “should.”

Three months locked in the Glass House tight,
Wondering if he’d wronged the right,
“How could I be so blind, so daft,
To risk my honour for a heartfelt craft?”

But stupid? No, some say he's brave,
For breaking the rules that others enslave,
Matt Taylor, a rebel, with cause and creed,
An Army reject, but a son indeed.