SIDE GLANCE

I am the bastard boy

of the World Wars,

born into a violent time

in a violent country.

Violence is what I know.

Violent is what I am.

But don’t worry, mister,

I wont kill you.

My dreams more than satisfy this urge

to lick the bones of the dead.

 
 
 
 
 

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