untitled poem, Feb 28 2001
Listen now, to the story I tell you,
as it will take you beyond your reality.
And surely, oh, surely, I will die with glee,
as the new friends I have made are actually me.
Don't understand? That's to be expected,
perhaps your machine-like brain should be erected.
For you see, beyond your plane of existence,
travelled a dreaming person full of hate,
he dreamed of catching stars,
but only caught air.
How unfair.
When the arrival was complete,
there was a hasty greet,
of monsters far and wide.
They reminded him of things forgotten,
such as the fact that his job was quite rotten.