there are those not gay not straight
who march in their boots w/ guns;
who take orders & **** who die at
their leader's command; so many
leaders commanding death & fire
marching men have lives & loves
they die for the girls back home
in her Kodak polka-dot bikini who
hope to have the war hero's sons;
the mother of such a marching man
is a saint like Our Lady of Guadalupe
& he in that way is like Jesus &
women in thick flesh tone stockings
march alongside them in smart pumps;
marching men march to Bettie's
hidden tune tooted through her pooper;
Bettie's pooper poops out my magical
dinner; the stuff of life I eat the gold
from her ******* at the center
of the earth; marching men munch
their mother's butts since it was created
in the metaphysical 1920's should her
Roman Catholic head stay on her
Protestant body; marching men want
money & grab it fully w/ both hands