No title poem, I´m just swinging it, here there..
spare, just put it there and I´m out for today,
since I do know I want you to be here, with you bastards!
Politically incorrect? Just a deffect that X
stay with me if you will and if not just hit or LIKE and FOLLOW
you are humanitarians, so I can do to my kinky dance ” wallow wallow”
I I I, starting it…. hold one let my mental process,let it gone,
how am I able to put all those one and two cent,
this I express, army days… you believe that? No,
Not even my mother, who told me “you are not made for the military”
she´ll still deny it, maybe that is why she was pissed off when I joined,
Gonna go everywhere to scare.
So joined the Spanish Legión, my mother was right.
I´m not military neither I wanted to be, I wanted to be deployed and fight.
First week in basic training I fucked up so much, the seargent put me on “protective detail”
protecting… I guess the squirrels, that was supposed to be my first weekend off, so nowI have to stay
in the base of basic military training, gaining what? People who have done it know.
But one guy, in my platoon, tatoos everywhere, a fascist, if you think I´m crazy…
fuck me then, you have to meet this one.
He told me, paraphrasing in my saying ” We can do it!”.
See? Plural, we can do it. And me thinking this was like the movie Rambo,
just get the rifle and shoot and you kill everyone only you and only you….
The reality hit, and I did get in that mentality. I forgot his name, long time now,
but he pushed me and the rest to be the best basic military platoon of the company,
there goes be,
be that military experience, talking to another blogger who had been in the
U.S military, kind of scary they can drop a A-bomb on my head…probably bounce back to the air…
in a comment she said that she took with her the smell of rotten bodies I said the blood,
actually I wote a post about smelling blood, no, you do smell that bastards dead body,
and it stinks, get to you not the blood but I said blood since it rhymed, got it?
Army days….so yes I know I´m a hero, actually I will say I´m a hero, fuck it,
a drunk too, although I´m not drunk as a skunck now nor …just not now.
How many people have you saved? From death,
forget the military shit, I go back to civilian world and fucked myself up with
alcohol, a bitch and her name is I DON´T CARE, but she is a scary whore, worst
that Tali-bany-wanny, give her a rifle, I was infantry so there is some techniques
technikes (no proofread on this computer) to move, shoot, communicate, and part of
of shooting as in my basic training is to put a name to your rifel (Sara was my rifles name)
My way or the highway! And you know every inch of her and how to shoot straight,so
give her the nutty whore who still harrasess me, what can I do? Smack her? No. I was
going to make the joke that she probably has more aim thean those other nut heads.
Take that to civilian life, I counted 4 people I saved, it either is in you or you freeze.
One-drunk girl, me smoking weed with two others across the park, girl falls
not to Niagara balls, girls friends laugh at her the two I´m with laugh, I cross the street,
push my way over to this girl (hot girl by the way) she´s chocking on her vomit,
easy peasssy, turn her to the side,smack her on the head and back, and she revives.
Two- I walk down the disco Francico! see a guy on the sidewalk on his back, his eyes rolling back, I stop,
people passing over him literally, I smack the guy, called 911, and started doing
mouth to mouth while doing CPR, not a good taste by the way, I want now a shit full of
hay. Forgot, first I did a quick check, so he was not breathing hence me kissing him…….
love is in the air! Paramedics come, aske me if he is my friend I said no, she
the paramedic looked at me as if I was crazy since she saw me doing the CPR and mouth to mouth,
I told her “he´s good right?!” Her answer was affirmtive and I walk back to my then apartment.
I said five and getting tired now of this, why did I write this,
I´m a mammas boy but with quite the two pair of balls, so when she (mother) is surprised
as to why I´m able to keep the drinking in control, I just tell her,
you said I wasn´t a military guy, you were right, yet I was a soldier once and younger,
and stronger. I deployed I did my fray know slay?(Not really, I don´t say nothing, I´m
the one mesmerized seeing her face mesmerized)
What a whacking story, true never the less. I´m a weirdo mess.
I just know this:WHEN IS TIME TO DO THE JOB YOU DO IT. PERIOD.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
effing…strange that you liked it, just came up to mind as I got in to WordPress. Go figure, ,appreciate the comment.
Spontaneous mind bursts are always good! My pleasure x
You´re a doll, or human doll? or… the more I write the worst I get through my initial point.
I. nutty Priest,do truly appreciate the comment.
Well I am human. Also I’ve been called a doll a few times. So both work! Lol
Happy to oblige 😉
At least I tried…… and din´t work.
Don´t laugh at me because I feel vulnerable or sexy,
😉 That was weird, but if you Lol Good .
tell me something I don´t know
Love ya, and glad I made you Lol, kind of freaky now that I think about it LOL, the fuck?
You people are weird, it´s to hard work to wirte a sentece….. weirdoss
Stay frosty, Charly 😎👏🏼👍🏼🙏💜 Jackie@KWH
Have to Stay Frosty…….the U.S marine had to say that? I picked it up and rolled with it, in my poetry thing, if you can name it poetry…
Hey, you Stay Frosty gentess.