war whores

pack your bags, girls, listen, the drums of war
we go where the men go, where the boys were
spread your legs like a peace sign
backlit by a naked red light a nuked sunset
thrumming to the sound of running feet

loose lips sink ships, & hold, two three four
excercise your pelvic floor
they will ravage you like a lion
tearing the skin from a fallen zebra
it’s a dangerous occupation for a girl

packed & stabled like horses groomed
less often & cared for less than a saddle
you are here for the ride

© MML Bliss