My Wife's A Howitzer

My Wife’s A Howitzer

 

A Camouflaged façade of serene tranquility hides her cold, steely-eyed, amorally armored, exterior protecting a hollowed-out core of inhumanity: an empty vessel whose void can never be filled by its inexhaustible and insatiable sadistic arsenal of vindictiveness projectiles. Pain and suffering are inflicted ad-hock from a safe distance of indifference. Tolerance, humanity and forgiveness have no place in this sociopathic, robotic, Kamikaze’s wrath of destruction. Tora! Tora! Is HER Refrain. All delivered in IED Ninja candy-coated packages to save one the look of impropriety (the Japanese way) should her friends have a look. Undisguised brutality just won’t do.

 

Author's Note

Tora is the Japanese word for Tiger and is the code word they used to initiate the attack on Pearl Harbor. So it is meant to mean Attack in this poem.