The Desk.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've al been waiting for....StuporPoem #2!!!! That's right, while hiking (running) back from Ute Gulch (Tartaros), on the brink of dehydration and heat stroke, this poem entered my head, and now I deliver it to you, and as always, I apologize in advance.

The enemy is coming, so
Roll out the rifle and fire,
Your enemy's life is no more,

But still they keep coming so
Roll out the cannon and fire,
Your enemy's army is no more,

But still they keep coming so
Roll out the torches and fire,
Your enemy's town is no more,

But still they keep coming so
Roll out the bombs and fire,
Your enemy's country is no more,

But still they keep coming so
Roll out the nukes and fire,
Your enemy's world is no more,

But suddenly you realize that "Oh,
My enemy's world is my own,
My own world is no more,
My own country is no more,
My own town is no more,
My own army is no more,
My own life is no more."