all this talk of withdrawal brought to mind something I scratched out just before this assinine war started. Sadly, it's even more relevant now than it was then.
Operation Double Penetration
Suppose you can't pull out
once you have gone in
swinging like a Saturday night
attraction.
Suppose the shock and awe
of your initial penetration
are not sublime in any way
just the thuggery of Air Force Cadets
wanted for rapre, now raping
indiscriminately with
prejudicea sense of extreme
hubrispenciled in to television towers
which crumple in satisfactory orgasmic
concussion, the felt echo rippling
you home
where you unwrap the film for
worldwide release,
every Meal, Ready to Eat
like a maiden, ready to enter
lies poised on the battlefield
between you military mindset and your
decision-making process. You don't in fact
know what to think.
You are requested and required
to be a fluffer drawing hazard pay
in the greasiest, nastiest
back-room porn flick
of all time
"This is my weapon, this is my gun,
this is for pleasure, this is for fun."
Act 1. Scene 2.
Suppose you go in front and back
and she bites?
This is a mighty sensitive problem
we are dicking around with.
What if it's all a bushwhack
and you get snuffed
landing in your own fire?
Sometimes there's more to a bush
than you get at first bite
some hidden disease or some
catastrophic parasite?
Suppose you take some enemy port, and some filthy whore
stabs you in the eye? A sailor's life is hard
and enemy ports are louse-infested, syphilitic
warehouses of titillating carnage
floating on motorboats anchored
to enemy barges. The whores
are twenty-five hundred years old
driving Toyotas up and down vital
but sensitive supply lines, working
freely and charging what they will.
You see nothing but a soft, inviting pussy
until you're in all the way.
Her centuries of sex begin to settle and sift
and you are locked in: it's all digital
and virtual except the shock wave
and her stubborn refusal to release your crotch.
It's all in the script, ending with the money-shot:
for each of us , and all of you, singular
but simultaneous, on every channel
a remake of the penetration of North America,
a recasting of the Rape of Nanking
in tenderness it rivals the Fall of Saigon
in twists and turns, bringing hot young bodies
to your screen, it is unlike
anything ever offered before,
Operation Double Penetration
originally entitled The Spanking of Baghdad
starring American Pie
featuring 150,000 virgins
young lovers exploding in lust for the first time
twenty-four hours a day.
Operation Double Penetration
Suppose you can't pull out
once you have gone in
swinging like a Saturday night
attraction.
Suppose the shock and awe
of your initial penetration
are not sublime in any way
just the thuggery of Air Force Cadets
wanted for rapre, now raping
indiscriminately with
prejudicea sense of extreme
hubrispenciled in to television towers
which crumple in satisfactory orgasmic
concussion, the felt echo rippling
you home
where you unwrap the film for
worldwide release,
every Meal, Ready to Eat
like a maiden, ready to enter
lies poised on the battlefield
between you military mindset and your
decision-making process. You don't in fact
know what to think.
You are requested and required
to be a fluffer drawing hazard pay
in the greasiest, nastiest
back-room porn flick
of all time
"This is my weapon, this is my gun,
this is for pleasure, this is for fun."
Act 1. Scene 2.
Suppose you go in front and back
and she bites?
This is a mighty sensitive problem
we are dicking around with.
What if it's all a bushwhack
and you get snuffed
landing in your own fire?
Sometimes there's more to a bush
than you get at first bite
some hidden disease or some
catastrophic parasite?
Suppose you take some enemy port, and some filthy whore
stabs you in the eye? A sailor's life is hard
and enemy ports are louse-infested, syphilitic
warehouses of titillating carnage
floating on motorboats anchored
to enemy barges. The whores
are twenty-five hundred years old
driving Toyotas up and down vital
but sensitive supply lines, working
freely and charging what they will.
You see nothing but a soft, inviting pussy
until you're in all the way.
Her centuries of sex begin to settle and sift
and you are locked in: it's all digital
and virtual except the shock wave
and her stubborn refusal to release your crotch.
It's all in the script, ending with the money-shot:
for each of us , and all of you, singular
but simultaneous, on every channel
a remake of the penetration of North America,
a recasting of the Rape of Nanking
in tenderness it rivals the Fall of Saigon
in twists and turns, bringing hot young bodies
to your screen, it is unlike
anything ever offered before,
Operation Double Penetration
originally entitled The Spanking of Baghdad
starring American Pie
featuring 150,000 virgins
young lovers exploding in lust for the first time
twenty-four hours a day.