Tuesday 26 November 2013

The Army Had A Bake Sale

The Military Sent Another Fine Girl Today,
Into The Library Like A Sacred Cow On A Pledge Drive,
To Stand Under Lamentations 2:14 And Roll Out The Green Carpet,
A Mile To The Farm To Bark For Bullets To Bend The Rules,
Hair Pulled Back In An Impressive Bun-Display Of Ritual CourtShip,
Her Blood Is Not Her Own... Her Femur Is In Service Of The Great Pecking Order Of Rank
And Discipline,
And Her OutFit... Immaculate!
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Army Tank Battering Rams Fitted With Bouquets And Ribbons,
A Garden Of Delights Surround The Waltz Of Swirling White-Gloved Dressage,
Children Chase Each Other With Rainbow Lollypops And Neapolitan Sugar-Highs,
Trumpets, Saxophones, Trombones And Clarinets,
Coors And Labatt In Plastic Cups... Pudgy Fingers EveryWhere...
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They Have Been In That Band For Years!
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Lineing Up For The Kiss,
To Peel The Garter Off With Manic-Cured Teeth Bared,
The Cheap Aroma Of Deer-Hearted Cologne To Drink InTo Stupor,
For WeekEnds By The Crew-Cutting Clearness And Whistleing TeaPots,
Phone-Calls Like Hard-Ons Only Bring DisAppointment For The Registered And Gifted,
The Mass Communion Like A Strieber-Opposite But With Check-Ups InTact,
To Stare Up To The Cross For Commands From The Pentagon,
Sit In Polyester And Wait For Esther To Finish Eating Only The Lonely Babys,
While Dogs Whimper And Salivate In Their Pick-Up Heat...
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Noon... Turning InTo Six-O-Clock Rationals...
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Hikeing Up That Mud Drenched Hill,
For SandBag Bitches To Do Or Die,
Machine-Gun Mothers Shooting Tracers Across The Khaki Dusk...
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She Is Only In It For The Trust-Find...
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The Glory-Boy That She Maintains Beyond The Rubber Band And Pan-Cakes
Can Not Seem To Build HimSelf High Enough With Out The Tin-Spoon,
A Casual Look To Her Left Can Reveal His Potential Day Job,
A Desperate Look To The Magazine Rack Can Only Reveal Current Affairs,
A Quick Look To The Right...
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Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha.
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I Am Only InTo Girls That Wear Tight Jeans,
And Whom In Their Youth Once Peeked Beyond The Cookie Jar.








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