Gul Mudin

Gul Mudin, pop pop poppy 
fantasy, of kill team 
sgt. gibbs cut off your finger 
andy holmes put it in a sock 
bravo company 3rd platoon 
pool of blood reflecting the sky 
blowing out savages 
beating off military 
corporal jeremy 
open mouthed and idiotic 
fire fly seen by 
day light is but a bug 
close your eyes Mudin 
you're aglow in the night 
queer for death pup pup army 
stoned on hash, porta potty 
in the dust they pushed your father 
but you climb into his heart 
curling up into a ball 
rest your head upon his hate 
judgement will never be lifted 
a crow taps the face of your sons 
the Virgin might could not clip its wings 
for hell is hot, hell is hot, satan's cock, hell is hot