your dreams miss you

your dreams miss you

sat in the doctor’s office this week, preparing for my annual physical

saw this clock with Honest Abe riding a motorcycle

with a beaver.

i was all ha ha until i read the text complaining something about my dreams.

it made me at first feel a little bad because thru xbi practice,

ive cut my dreams out of my sleep patterns.

they bleed into my nutty imagination during waking hours, but i was all

abe lincoln wants back into my head, with a beaver? sounds interesting.

then the doc told me i only have 75 years to live

and i was all screw you dreams.