New Skins Poem by Kevin Patrick

Perhaps generals are Pimps
and politicians Johns

and your war funded limp
makes you a hero Don Juan


And guns and standard daggers
are fishnets and high heels

disguised to entice you
To blead while you kneel


maybe a battlefields a coutch
a place where you can be a star

Until the triumphant climax
blows your brain against a car

and both Honor and bravery
are stage names for bar flies

so if you wake up the next day
you realize how lusts lies

Theres no shame for a soldier
for he's clean for all of his sins

But watch out for his country
When they trade him for new skin