When you were fighting with the hair stylist, screaming for a refund,

  I was here in the army, shaving my head.

  

       When you were turning down the town's best chef, criticizing the size of the food,

  I was fighting with my cook to give me more grub.



       When you were partying all night long in my empty house,

  I was shaking in fear because I had to sleep with my gay friends in a same bunker.



       When you were playing hide and seek with MY girlfriend,

  I was carrying timed bomb back there in Afganistan for my mission while running away before they could "tag" me.



       When you were drinking beer with your friends just because you said you were thirsty,

  I was drinking the storm water to quench my thirst.



      When you were singing your lungs out in the karaoke room with my girlfriend,

  I was screaming National Anthem while slapping my body away in the gas room.



       When you arrived here as a general with a rumor of a bribery,

  I was working my butts off just to become a cook.



 ---This awful poem is a free style, thank you for reading my poem---

  I have a LOT of grammar errors, too.