I like the connection between war and sex.  American writing has always been attracted to it.  Usually war generates a macho sex image—John Wayne with his tommy gun in the past, pulling that trigger, or more recently the macho loin cloth Spartan warriors of 300.  So I found a lotta relevance in the poem below.

Melissa Hansen lives in San Francisco where she works at libraries and writes stories and poems. She has published and forthcoming work in various literary zines. You can visit her at www.myspace.com/quicksecret.

War Whore

I’m The War Whore

Give me your sons

Show me a cock

I’ll give it a gun

Mothers unite

Give me your girls

I like it both ways

I’ll eat up them pearls

Missing a brain

You crawl just the same

I feast on the blood

Spilled in his name

I’m licking you up

And spitting you out

I got tape on your mouth

You ain’t gonna shout

I’m The War Whore

Give me your son

Hell, give me your daughter

Give me those nuns

I’ve burned up some books

I’ve slept with some crooks

But I gotta nice body

I got me some looks

Don’t call me a whore

I do what I can

I’m married and bound

To Daddy Uncle Sam

I do what he wants

I got what he needs

He slaps me around

But he always says please

I gotta cross ‘round my neck

Think of the shame

The animals sleeping

The downpour of rain

The tears and the torture

I love me some pain

So give me some love

Push it in deep

I’m gonna wear you out

Put you to sleep

I’m The War Whore

I do what I can

I’ll give you a medal

And strike up that band

Last update : 02-12-2007 19:36

Average user rating

   (0 vote)