8/3/2025 Poem by Z. Moon

l'd go to war just to buy you a slice of bread,
a jar of peanut butter,
and some ruby red jam,
come home,
Bruised and battered,
Just to make you a sandwich,
Do you understand?

You're not like any other man,
I'm weak for you, my strongest friend, I love you,
I love you,
And it's hard to hide that truth, I love you.

God knows I'm no warrior,
Skin and bones,
But for you l'd grow big,
Join the straight boys at their boxing lessons,
Buy a gun, and learn to shoot it,
Every thing id never do but,
I'd do it