Something Is Wrong With Tom

Something I’m sure is wrong with Tom, His laughter crushing like burst bomb: Men having to bear Cruel Chapter And wounds keep licking long after… Tom does the fullest delight find In gushing blood that might one blind, Clinching absurd satisfaction From mischief by Hard-Skinned Faction. I had this guess from Tom’s answer, With words suddenly a dancer: When shredded are combatants’ clothes, “If the Torn Things Tom like or loathes?” A case of The Wrong Obsession Forward pushing like A Procession… Tom I hate like A Recession: A Fruitless Plenary Session… Really, it had been a puzzle Why Tom excuses The Nozzle.