Battle Stations

down here,

in the ice cold deep,

we play a game,

which is supposed to be deadly serious,

but which nobody takes too seriously,

otherwise,

it could be deadly;

so we compromise,

and try to sleep it off,

but some still insist

on playing the game,

so we play,

and most of the time

we lose,

not that we really lose,

otherwise,

we’d all be lost,

and then

there would be nobody

to play the game,

and the game

has to be played,

otherwise,

it wouldn’t be a game,

it would be real,

and politicians would panic,

and press little red buttons,

out of fear of losing

something which only they

have to fear;

because nobody else

has anything to lose;

oh alright,

I’ll wakeup,

yes, I’ll play the game today,

but I won’t play much longer,

so use me while you can,

because soon enough,

I’ll be using you

to play the game

for me,

so I can sleep at night,

and not dream

about little red buttons;

will somebody

please cut out

that annoying alarm!

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