Service. from Transgression I. by Bella Gage

He said, “thank you for your service”.
While on my knees, I looked up at him,
And saluted,
And spit out his cum.

I carve my initials into his fatigues.
He leaves a postcard from Abu Ghraib on my nightstand.
He opens my window and sneaks out through it.
I hope he has fun getting shot at later.

Faggot soldier,
Would you murder a civilian for me?
Would you fly that kamikaze drone into my heart, faggot soldier?
And watch it blow my body apart?

Silent sexual career.
Lieutenant threatened.
Your friends don’t give a shit where you stick your pecker.
You stick it in everything.
You checked your buddy’s oil,
Then you took someone else’s.
Congratulations, veteran.

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