ASSERTIVENESS WITH
ITS ALARM BELL
Three moments past the shoulder arms shot :
a cryptic general wearing his ribbons and crests.
Nothing so outlandish as a knight in shining armor
dying like a slob : things dribbling from his mouth,
famous rancorous last words recorded, and posterity
wiping up every bit. Nothing left, nothing researched.
If we are what we eat - then gluttony has its rooster
in the cage. All that, and I am shamed by nothing.
-
The kingpin butcher with the hobbled hands,
twenty fattened geese, sick to death, being
force-fed by Mexican hands. The kinds of
work only a moron should do - something
forced, something useless, something bad.
-
I never loved a military man. I never loved
an order. I never loved a rule.
ITS ALARM BELL
Three moments past the shoulder arms shot :
a cryptic general wearing his ribbons and crests.
Nothing so outlandish as a knight in shining armor
dying like a slob : things dribbling from his mouth,
famous rancorous last words recorded, and posterity
wiping up every bit. Nothing left, nothing researched.
If we are what we eat - then gluttony has its rooster
in the cage. All that, and I am shamed by nothing.
-
The kingpin butcher with the hobbled hands,
twenty fattened geese, sick to death, being
force-fed by Mexican hands. The kinds of
work only a moron should do - something
forced, something useless, something bad.
-
I never loved a military man. I never loved
an order. I never loved a rule.
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