HELL in Caps

There are wheels and deals around my head.  I am baby, and play is not allowed.  It seems that sunshine is grand, but I am attacked when on land.  The waves can become cruel if you do not eat your grool.  There comes a day that the blackness is all around.  Sound off: one, two.  Sound off: three, four.  Sound off: one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four.  The capsules capsize the vessel, but it is ARMY, not Marine.  I stand as a good lieutenant would do.  Cold and bitter eyes present as a doctor who knows nothing of medicine, and only of torture.  Maybe I grew up with this entitiness.  He is cruel and shoves a tube down my throat, fully upright, and conscious, while looking me straight in the eyes, showing that he had no soul at all.  Well, nothingness man, I can speak and sing today.  Maybe I lost my fight with life, but you did too.  My father became the master, and you the enemy, the moment you handed him the reigns.  Well, POLICE, this is not your concern.  Brutalization of my body in a deathly state never alarmed you at the time, or after.  Wait until these orders come to you.  Could you swallow 1,000, by order, in exactly 7 minutes, and then alert the Chief of Staff?  Well Lieutenant, your orders are coming soon.  The Line Deputy will not forget this day.  It will live in infamy, and I am alive to see you all squirm in your chairs.  Everyone knows that you all know and tunneled through to get a better view.  Even Japanese see this as heartless and inhumane (in Japanese it is the highest term for torture).  I woke up when I did, as a predator, stood over me, alone, remembering what he had done to me on Waikiki.  He did not feel like bludgeoning that day, it was choking me speechless, to become his little marionette.  Creepy all along.  My hair should be jet black.  In the midst of such evil review, I still live on a planet with you, and I will fly to a place where everyone can see my notoriety and not be all over every part of me.