From the Trenches
Trench mouth befouls my baited breath
With gingivitis from all the Meth
I've done on the street
'S the trick from the treat
Brush over
Trench foot befalls my feet
With frozen heel and nails of sleet
But I can still dance with missing toes
Though, it goes, my gait is froze
Move over
Trench wench becomes my wrench
That turns on the pipe of life's sweet stench
Flowing from the depravity
Involving the anal cavity
Bend over
Trench warfare belittles the way you fight
When you live as you do in weighted blight
Pop your head up and dodge projectiles
Fret you not your dysfunction erectile
Tower over
Trench coat bespeaks my loathsome quote
That keeps my twisted boat afloat
The curtain call that closes the show
Ends naked truths I undergo
Take over
Befouling, befalling, becoming, belittling, bespeaking
Is life in the trenches without all the shrieking
It's not a gilded path we walk
But future regrets we anxiously stalk
Start over