Who's Your Daddy?

Lie still;
Close your eyes;
These ten minutes will pass;
You,
hand-held,
foot-fondled,
lay-down-Sally piece of ass,
unsung victim,
wanna cry?
Five inches tall,
little girl;
The scolding soaked through your panties now;
Who is your Daddy?
Who is your Daddy, now?

There is a man with a spare guitar;
Sings so sweet of love and loss,
while listeners chorus;

Suicide bombers ride the bus,
in Chechnya,
Jerusalem,
today,
tomorrow;
Is this the chosen moment?

All the angry words:
Shut/fuck,
Out/face,
lash,
burn.

All that gutter talk,
OK for him:
His rules.

What happened to that ball of fire sunset,
so pretty it brought tears?
Exploded in her face.
The lulling waves lapping boat-side?
Crushed her.

Cut out her tongue without a knife;
Mute her cries;
Kiss her arch;
Take the step;
A landmine drives her car tonight.

Oh Daddy, I'm sorry.

Who's your Daddy, now?