the veterans of psychic wars
are terrified of bending spoons
the memories of deadly tours
the strumming of familiar tunes
the mysteries unlocked by brains
so wholly focused on the id
and interlocked, their bulging veins
the universe doing their bid
but not without a price, alas
and now the veterans do pay
mind energy converts to mass
unconscious nightmares have their way
the veteran’s staring at the spoon
as if it is a poisonous snake
and suddenly, it starts to swoon
his hands, unbound, begin to shake
not without price, those psychic wars
mind weapons, refuge of old fools
and if you listen, then of course
the end result is, the mob rules
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784758-Veteran-of-the-psychic-wars--song-prompt image from youtube https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_Metal_(film) The song... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGKNaIXtBZQ Mob Rules from same soundtrack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oO6uBQJ35N0
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