You shouldn't hide
your secrets
behind egg shells,
General Patton.
Someone might decide to
crack open
a raw yolk,
to scramble it,
and then what?
About face.
Present Arms.
Atten-tion!
Someone is about
to steal
the whites
of your eyes,
beat them
till they're stiff
like meringue.
Are your buttons still buttoned?
Your blue coat, still starched?
Your black boots, still polished?
You can't escape it, you know,
because it's not the enemy.
It's the good guys.
It's your allies,
come to rescue you
from yourself.
© 2006 The Unknown Candidate
Photo: www.duncancumming.co.uk
2 comments:
is that the name of the poem? 'i'll show you where to stick your bush and dick'? or is it untitled? very nice. :)
Thanks, Rimone. LOL, no...just came across the illustration and thought the words had a nice ring to them ;)
The Title of the poem is "D-Day".
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