Welcome to a NEW ARMY.
The creation of this army is to ward off my enemies.
Stand up and fight with me.
Prepare for the Dawning of a NEW AGE!!
And when we're finished our enemies will be:
Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
survivors wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way they know.
Leg hurting bad,
as they bend to pick a dog-end --
they go down to the bog
and warm their feet.
Feeling alone --
My army's up the road
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Will you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.