"Now Listen Up! you maggots
you pimple-arsed poetry wannabe's
sitting there in your chocolate sprinkled candy cone bedrooms
writing about how your boyfriend doesn't call
or By the light of the Silvery Moon,
Let me tell you that's all bullshit, Bull Shit!
I want you to write like a flare just ripped open the northern sky
there's enemy fire from the ridge
and you're so far down in the rocks
you're sucking in the dust of the afterlife.
Do you understand me?"
"Yes Drill Sergeant"
"I want you to write it pierced and thorned
and with every aching sinew I can taste
the road to deliverance.
Do you understand me?"
"Yes Drill Sergeant"
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
"YES DRILL SERGEANT"
"Now write something that dignifies your putrid existence,
I want your mothers smiling with every waking sunrise"
"Yes Drill Sergeant"