Introducing a little reality to the situation can be toxic,

As the man is so self-conscious he stumbles over his own feet

Operating on a bubble gum budget,

The level of ink blood has risen to eyeball level

Beyond this flesh, out worldly proclivity has become banned

Young men and women playing G.I. Joe for a regime addicted to habits,

For strategies outmoded and prosaic

The general public is asked to show their work, to be upfront with our chaos,

Yet few in the free world are options geared to their best interests

What once was sacrosanct has cultivated an overwrought ambiance,

Leaving only those who enjoy war relishing the rush