My dog was a natural born killer.
I didn't train him that way,
it's just what genetics
did to him.
I'm a natural born lover.
The government tried
to make me a killer.
And I was for a while.
But now I'm finding out
more about my own genetics.
Ain't no killa here,
just kisses & smiles.

You are angelic,
the way you move
on invisible wings.

You can burn all the candles you want,
throw chicken bones all over the floor,
even consult the tarot,
but it doesn't matter,
the results will always
be the same.

I've got a spell on you
& it can't be broken
unless you know
the magic words.

We rode on endless ribbons,
driving through rain-soaked jungle,
low clouds enveloped the countryside,
steam painted the glass.

It was a million degrees
on the inside & not a single
window was open.
Body odors wafted
throughout the cab,
while pigs & chickens
made the usual noises,
babies cried & the locals
murmured in hushed tones.

I was the only ******
lost in the seated crowd
without a cell phone.

There was no way I could make a fuss,
for I did not speak the language
& they'd never understand
a single word anyway.

She is the apple of my eye,
her aura is the brighest shade of red,
such perfect symmetry,
smooth skin & so firm.

Here in my head,
I roll her around in my fingers,
she makes me squirm
& salivate in my mouth.
Her stem is sensitive,
her kiss deadly.

I dream of you & slumber,
constantly finding myself
in these hardened-states,
seeking relief from
such sensuous visions,
I explode with you.

And if you only knew
the depths of
my rapid eye movements,
you'd be sleeping
with me too.

It's sixty below & peacetime
& we gotta do what???
Start the ******* tracks
to warm up the oil,
'cause it's
standard operation procedure!!!

Tell the crazy General
& his staff to come
down here in this blizzard
to lick my metal shaft.
That'd give the boys a laugh!

I can disassemble
an automatic weapon
in the dark,
pull a pin on a grenade,
set a claymore mine,
drive a twelve-ton tracked
& Humvee vehicle.

I can also use my hands
to ****.

Thanks Mister Government
for these great life skills,
unnecessary things
I'll never use
on the outside
to make a clean living.

Flash-to-bang times
was my specialty,
I can predict
the downwind
conditions of fallout,
move you across
the contamination,
administer slurry.

I know the symptoms
& what can happen
when you sniff
VX, VG or AK.
It doesn't matter which one,
it ain't pretty.

I can don a mask,
know all about MOPP,
can fight 'till I drop.

I guess that qualifies me
as an expert on the Apocalypse.

I swim alone,
goldfish float with others
in bigger bowls.

It feels like I'm in solitary,
down here
deep in a hole.

Beta-blood flows
through my veins,
my wondrous fins
glow rainbow colors,
but they keep me penned in,
'cause I'm a fighter.