What does this poem mean?

He followed her footsteps in the sand, finally found her but then discovered she's actually a ladyboy.
 
It means some horny ****ed up bloke has pulled in a nightclub in Skeg Vegas and is trying to coerce the young tartlet into going down onto the beach and taking it up the **** locker.
 
Son, we live in a world that has walls
and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns
Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg?
I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom

You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines.
You have that luxury
You have the luxury of not knowing what I know
That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives

And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives
You don't want the truth because deep down
in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall
you need me on that wall.

We use words like honor, code, loyalty
We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something
You use them as a punchline

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man
who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide
and then questions the manner in which I provide it

I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way
Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post
Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

Did you order the Code Red?
I did the job I...
Did you order the Code Red?
You're Goddamn right I did!
 
For once, a Magnolia post raised a smile. Simply because of which signature came up on the rotation that he uses:

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Rather appropriate for the poem in the opening post.
 
We cast our eyes and the dance had started
She cared not that I had farted
we walked at length hand in hand
It was by the sea and on the sand
She tripped on a crab and went down in a mass
I Alpha'd the moment and entered her ***!
 
The woman is called Janet, she works in accounts at Bobby Morre's paper mill down on 6th.
The Man is called George, but prefers to be called "Mr Miyagi" after once karate chopping a branch off a tree in Berlin on a stag do. His friends are getting tired of this story.

Janet enjoys fine wine, good music, long walks on the beach, and pina coladas. During one of these walks, it started to rain heavily, and she got lost on the way home.
George had been following Janet since early morning, and still had yet to pluck up the courage to speak to her. He was getting tired, he was hungry from not eating anything, and very wet from the rain...
 
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