No halo, no wings, no harp, oh my,

Wait I didn’t just die,

Oh no, did I?

Pinch myself, ouch

What mean joke, I’m still on the couch,

Cough, cough, someone needs to dust,

Here comes someone, should I trust,

Strangers voice hushed,

Come with me sir, lets see if you should be crushed

Fearful I walk behind,

Staring at three behinds?

I must be dreaming,

pinching with all my might,

I still don’t wake up from my nightmare,

No one else in the barracks cares,

I’m only one cog,

In the collective cognition.