T.C. T.C, It Was Never Meant To Be, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

T.C. T.C. it was never mean to be
When the bad guys shot at your chopper
When you were trying to flee

And Thomas never ponied up
With your gas money
Higgy baby, Higgy baby

It’s painfully obvious to see
While you meander on
And regale them with glee

Stories of the River Kwai
Burma regiments battle cry
They sit and roll their eyes

Wondering why they asked why

Rick sitting at club
Has Ice Pick on the phone
The lads have trapped Thomas

In the guest house all alone
T.C. T.C. It was never meant to be
Bullet holes in your chopper windows

For everyone to see. Thomas’s tab
Makes you mad, your rides are always free
You know you’ll never see a dime

Of that gas money.
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Anyone who is old enough knows what I am talking about.