Lady in the Tramp
Like jellyfish at the fish store
noodles wiggled
rushed enemy lines. We’re proud
of our fierce-fed forces; Semolina is
the new napalm Barilla is
making a fortune
and the troops are well sated.
Us back at the home front
drink Ethos and watch
the evening news.
Flies in the desert are pooping
on our tents you swap and they bite
and the boys are scared to walk outside
this is no good, yes this is
no good lets grab the fight team
the hardy ones we’ve kept
them on reserve
they enjoy a little extermination.
That one woman now
she was a woman she
was a woman soldier
who quivered at full throttle,
West Point class of 2003
mount the jet in size 6 pants
suit camo-colored, the stick between
her thighs and she lets the engines rip.
Her nipples are hard in our basement.
Yes, we did buy the poster.
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