Poem

Now, silver-streaked interstate

shines so pretty for my oil-soaked eyes,

I see the billboard for the committed,

what does it say about those fine-armed devil-dog Marines?

who don't make compromises

but commitments,

so committed at eighteen, already?

I guess the wife might get upset,

the girlfriend might get upset,

you couldn't commit to that girl right,

aren't you upset?

They stole your wedding with a contract,

worse off,

still dealing with a nagging threat,

you have to put up with for years on end

without the birthday sex,

ouch cold turkey pot-head,

now medication makes it

pop-up--in charts, not erect.

Put up another billboard my friends,

stick to your wife,

at least you'll have sex

in the end.