Skip to main content

EDIBLE BULLETS



Sometimes we don’t mean it,
Even when in your face we spit
We expect you to take it as fun
Just because you’re our fan
But you misconstrued it as pun.

And so here we go,
With morales and morals
Coming to host the show
Brown in view, but hearts whitened as snow
Soldiers anew, but mere mortals.

We are not brutes,
Neither do we lick boots.
Give us the peace we command
And keep the freedom you demand
Fear not, forget your worries
For our guns are filled with toffees.

Comments

Post a Comment

visit next time for more

Popular posts from this blog

not MAN enough

Should I say breasted Swollen headed Rifty shouldered Or broad chested With the feet apart, fingers attached Reminiscing simulations of expected fallacies We still cannot promise  That which may only be a wish That by hook or crook We live not to miss One may hide his fear  Because people like him are rare Or when salvation is near But when a determined face  Is hidden behind a disposable mask, Then this is my take, "Lives are at stake For job security sake" Albeit: Positive mood and posture Creates a gigantean stature That holds onto a diminishing dream  And licks it like honey ice cream Therefore I am no moron In this metaphorical oxymoron; Of a naked dressed officer Wasting kiwi on black leather. But as we stand at our faith's peak It will take less than a week To prove we were never weak Courtesy only kept us meek But time on our side, shall speak And men shall find what they seek.
Post a Comment
Read more