Pre Tension

An oral fixation relapse.
Like child to breast,
struggling for that last lap;
Subconscious manifest.

Simple harlot coaxing smoke
I am wishing for a toke.
Yet mental message saying "no,"
"Unless you wish to choke."

Heat seeps through dry sand
throaty bellows deep inside,
old man's heave, a bright young thief
atop the mountains hide.

Bare and beating, mind elated,
to have a snag, life's a drag;
on unapologetic country roads, our feet
naked but for a tag.

All a creation, a pacifist nation,
damn rules! A right to enslave.
While clutching militia, right hand abomination,
damn fool's in a left handed grave!