BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor

Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic

The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges

Roman candles at both ends in his synapses

And the method with which he recycled his humors

Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50 – yes, yes

And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior

He skipped this town and headed straight down history

Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo

Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers

His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito

Pops placebos for libido, screaming "bless the torpedoes"