listen you, about a dream I had
it was silly, really
it was filthy, surely
it was colored poorly, alas,
but
it had violence and lust
and sex
and Bloombergian sugary drinks
and sheep's wool latex
I was Grade 43 cement
and you outsmarted the IRS
and devoured sushi
off of Jeremy Piven's consistent
abs, and we lied through our teeth
to the dental assistant, yes. . .
(a moment of silence)