Penninsula

My bejeezus needed more
Probably left me for the war
Or for the screaming neonatal ward
Or a new chunk of fire
Encapsulated jive
Both the quarter and the prize
Out there wanging on the noggin
Of you civilians
Suck a section of the rind
Strike a match on my behind
But I'm a suffocative mind
All mewl, cuss and hate