I lean on my rifle

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cavu182
cavu182
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Thinking of Gomorrah
her sister city Sodom
the Drill Sergeant say
'smoke 'em if you got 'em',
I lean on my rifle
think about your grin
wonder what you're doin'
what I'd like to do, again,

Listen to your breathing
pressed against your side
a mix of brain and body
an Amusement Park ride,
we laughed until we tumbled
off onto the floor
you said 'you god damn soldier
I said you 'fucking whore',

We both grabbed a beer
drank 'em there in bed
pontificated that
we'd rather be dead,
than live without the other
and softly fell asleep
straight through to morning
our clothes in a heap,

We took a long hot shower
soaped each other's back
had sex underwater
got dressed and packed,
drank coffee ate fried eggs
home fries, wheat toast
now, I see you smiling
a mirage, a ghost,

Sergeant says 'get goin''
my brain tells me to stop
rush back to your side
find your bus stop,
but The War is calling
my name, loud and clear
and you keep getting smaller
in the rear view mirror,

cavu182
cavu182
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