My weekend poem
I just so liked the weekend poem idea that I had to write one:
What if everything I wrote made no sashimi whatsoever ?
I might be forgiven for losing all my garbles
What if notwithstanding the above?
I could find some Juan to love
What if all of this is a dream and now I know it’s a dream I should be able to create and control everything that happens in my lucid state of awareness?
I would wake up … next to Paz Vega dummy – I mean you said I’m lucid right?
What if the battery on my lap?
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