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.