Get it up for War
A howitzer is just a pumping phallus
its shells are scattered seeds
and the men behind it
so supressed in deed
that
for
Every explosion
leads an endless feed for more.
A victorious whore.
Another notch.
Another gory bed-
posted abroad.
Even the virile are surprised
with the apeal and rise
of killing
as the semi sunken
rod of lead
penetrates.........
sweating bulletts
may she never mock
Get it up mate
For war
Get it up for war
The irony of natures shoes
As when stood inside
An erection does choose to rise
Upon killing.
You ever noticed that my fellow men?
-how now and then
the killing flicks the switch
the thought you tried to itch
but like glass splinter
lies the eternal glitch
of man
it will never leave
the shrapnel - your seeds
no escape inside
the mind
Is all this natural?
and you call us civilised!
You surprised then? ,for howitzer
for browning,
for u boat drowning
and bouncing bombs?
We were doomed form the start
We get it up for war
We play away and fuck the scores
Of spoils.
Spoils
and Sailor ports
the pillage in
Wild West forts
we build our bordellos grand
with gold plated profit
We catch disease
We Get it up for war
Man
And love that man
If nothing else
Screw him kill him rape him
Incarcerate
Photograph
Regurgitate
Roman shower room
guantanamo
Never changes
Mark him with your own water
A sport bizarre
But get it up for war
Vanilla days are long since dead
Your wife the memory
The needle and thread bare veins
Never appealed
Never made it rise:
Go on lad-
Get it up for war.
(for Max H)
Pete Crompton
Thu 13th Mar 2008 09:48
Thanks Matt.
the stories you tell, of those villages, horrific
I recall they made a documentary film about it - or at least one of the villages
horrible war