War Hero

Standing there with a look of

Pluperfect, dull amazement.

– I feel sorry for the woman

Screwed by the war hero – He

Was stark naked,

Vinegar deep and wrinkled like an

Old Daily-Mail would be. His

Scrotum, penis and hands (all withered,

Dried up and brittle)

Went through some red

Metamorphosis into copper-rust; and

Shod of all brawn and coated in the

Mustard of placidity and shell-shocked inertia.

Butterscotch: I remember butterscotch.