Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps
that's what he wanted to be.
we called him
Mo
which wasn't really his name.
he looked like he
walked out of a
concentration camp:
skinny arms
skinny legs that seemed to bend
backwards,
skinny body with a backbone
that always looked curved,
bucktoothed, the upper row
protruding so that
he slobbered sometimes when talking,
smoking a cigarette
trying to curse like the rest of us
his hair cut close to the scalp.
I'd look at his
close-cut head from behind
and I'd think of
porn movies
where the guy shoots
his load
on the girl's pubic hair
then rubs it in with the
head of his cock.
Mo wanted to be
Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps.
when I left,
he wasn't anywhere
near it.
maybe he's
closer
now
to his
goal.
