Permission Slip

Yeah—
I might need one.

Yeah—
A Permission Slip—
To survive this.

The grind’s my proof
no doc’s prescription
is needed for truth
it’s worthless BS.

Watta workout today.
Wooperdo.
Sweat drippin’
Ears ringin’
Eyes spinin’
Heart racin’
Blood pumpin’
And flowin’

Who invented this torture?
Who wired pain into pleasure?
Who cranked up the music and called it
Bootcamp?

Master Drill Sargent!
Demanding truth.

You.
You insist,
again,
and again.
DO IT!!

A Permission Slip, please,
to bring it on,
to run it back,
to leave it all out there.
Again.

I think I survived.
Can I do it again?
If you insist.
One
More
Time.

Master Drill Sargent!

Can we do it again?
My body aches—
My spirit sings—
My mind lives—
I might need…

A Permission Slip—
To bring back the FIRE!

A personal slip for…
Mental preparation
we all need,
not to quit,
but burn.

Permission Slip—
Denied!
Ohhh nooo…
Drop and give me twenty.

There’s
joy
in
suffering!
And burn!
Defy the quit!
Now DO IT AGAIN!

And don’t forget…
Gustavién—
The stair stepper
relentless,
inviting,
always waiting
for you
to step up.

Ahhh—
I need my
permission.

Not to be Superman.
Just to be consistent—
true to my health
true to my efforts worth.

True to Master Drill Sargent.

I
do not need a…

Permission Slip.