STIMULATED – A Navy Poem from 1992

After speaking yesterday of my caffeine addiction, and reflecting on the misery that stimulants have inflicted on my life, I thought I’d share a poem from more innocent days in the Navy – but evidently stimulation was of concern even then.  I guess I’ve always had issues.  If you can relate to this, we might need to talk:) 

STIMULATED

I don’t know who decided these things, or why triangular wheels have pitted my drive since the beginning of time.  And the loud lady with short red hair, she can go to hell.

It’s upside down.  Just take a close look at it.  It’s rather obvious, unless you don’t know what you’re looking at.

Hell, give me some.  I don’t care what it is.  I need some.  I feel that I need it.

It’s starting to froth, boiling, whatever.  It’s getting out of control.  I can’t stop it!

If I could get my hands on it something would change, like death, or destruction, hah!

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