To the bullets
To the Bullets: I say Yes!
Let me in, come and take me, flip me over
move me around and
take my flesh!
It will soon rot and/or melt
in agony and pain
from the heat of the wind from the great wrath
of the big hell of war, so:
help me, bullets, take me away!
Allow Putin talk his talk
and the mellow Obama keep his cool,
take your weapon and aim it at my soul
you bully, you rotten foulmouth fire, strong bear
I love the clonk of your metal
let me have some of your sexy lethal weapon
Come and abuse my torso
hit it with your guns over and over
and I will explain your sound to my friends:
as in " Clonk, tonk, gun, cum, yes!
I feel lonely in Scandinavia,
I need your muscle
Russia, in your warrior talk
spending money
in the machinery of war
I love you bomber
love your sacred thought
hit me with a baseball bat
love me tender, hit me blue
oh, how I need you to blow my hat off
to lift my spirits up
to change the world;
to beat the love geeks
the stupid ones, the greens
the ones that hope for peace*
I'm talking to you from the future
the place were I have come from to
explain your damned mind and darkness
to rule against the soul of man
and woman
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-12-08 at 03:59
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