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Warriors Never Sleep
Warriors Never Sleep by Odin Roark How subtle his pen Barely moving from Left to right Opinion to fact What if to perhaps Words these were How relaxed my hypnotic state Fingers inner-laced atop my irregular breathing state Sounds emitting from reluctant lips Fearful to ride the expunged air To reach his ears Might they be heard as betrayal? Jesus how I’d learned the Id’s instinctual power The super-ego’s warrior-quest of protection And the Ego That mediating asshole’s reality check Were I but parroting conscious experience Or was the roll out of sounds A regurgitation of my subterranean privacy My lair’s howl The warrior-protected part of my mind The only part left It seemed At least that was the shrink’s opinion Oh how he tried Oh how the pen did perform its dervish moves It’s tapping cadence It’s lip massage while waiting All the while That look of understanding I hated that Father Grandfather Mythical sage All in one The bastard But hey Choices were few I’d murdered three people So I’d said The state wanted to find out Was it true? Ask Mr. Id I’d told them And asking they were doing The 10-9-8-7 Finger snap The endless drill of endless sessions Eyes open His pen raised Clock showing straight up Session over For now Taking the hand of my warrior He winked We shuffled out
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