Yin Yang (the poetry of the enemy forces)

Toasting myself
stinking of gluttony
you're earning a prize
for putting up with me.

Come to my cabin
I made it with tools.
Soak in a bath of silt and
creative juice.

Molotov Mary
Russian princess.
Even generation x is shocked
by the size of her breasts.

The Man to the Woman
The Yin to my Yang
North to South
East to West.

Melismatic bodies
passion and peach
suspended by breaths
alkaline sweet.

The Yin &; the Yang is a complicated street
With a lot of confusing signs.

The poetry of the enemy forces

Me to do what?