The whore’s life is no laughing matter
but sometimes the sex is good
and a girl just has to giggle.
It’s no different for the boys
marching like men who can’t see the meat grinder.
Sometimes the boys whisper French into a girl’s ear.
It seems to make them more pliable and willing to laugh
but it’s a trick of the imagination,
as when the Chaplain’s sermon seems to make it easier
to die for the cause.
They pray he’s right
but really it’s just a way to keep from crying
when the sex is good.
Kudos, Ron. >KB
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Ahh ‘Kudos’. There is something about this word that makes me smile. The dichotomy between the hard ‘k’ and the soft ‘s’, the marvelously ambivalent ‘d’ that joins them…I don’t know what I’m rambling on about. I should have just said thanks.
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No, I agree. It is one of those ‘sacred’ kind of words that supremely embody what they mean in the simple saying of them out loud. Smiles…>KB
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