So apparently I was out of my head…
Although everything was inside it,
Racing and confused,
My cat was made out of
The dinosaur in the corner
Nodded his head to me,
His Brontosaurusyness comforting
Sadly I was stuck in my bed,
Which was actually
A marble basin
My door was a noble lady,
Clad in some heavy,
Like some cheap guaze
Her alien arms moved
Some creepy monotonous fashion
Her gauze covered head bobbing
I ignored her
The Brontosaurs smiled
The door would not leave me alone
Her ridiculous overdressed self
I hate hats
She reminded me of all the people in Court
Like back during monarchies
Some back-biting courtier's wife
Plus her hat was ridiculous
There were two clocks
One of top of the other
Perhaps it was a bit excessive
Whatever, it's not like I put them like that.
I feel the need to state that
My marble basin was particularly
Actually, I would hate to put that in my bathroom,
Not really my taste, some beige rock
With darker streaks running through it
Like some pompous, hubris attempt
To be like the Roman emperors,
Why the hell you'd want to be like them anyway
Ew, Caligula, Nero! Hello!
So in my marble basin
I terribly wanted to be rid of my door.
I mean, she was so pushy,
Her arms were much too skinny,
And I'm pretty sure there was
A stick up her ass.
Really, not my kind of person
If she did have a stick up her ass though,
She might have splinters, ouch
I'm assuming that would hurt quite a bit,
I saw a TV show where some weird guy
Scrubbed his penis clean with a scouring pad
I don't have a penis, but that is fucking creepy.
I do have a butt hole though, and I really
Don't want splinters in it.
So I'll perhaps give my door a drop of sympathy
But she probably put the stick up there herself
Because she's some creepy masochist
Should I be worried that I know how to spell masochist
Without looking it up?
Anyway this door has terrible taste in clothes,
And is a gossiping, freaky bitch,
Yet she simply won't leave me be.
Despite all this ridiculousness of her,
I don't ask her to leave, nor feel the need
To punch her in the face.
Perhaps it's because she is a door,
And doesn't have a face to punch,
That besides she's a door, it's not like
She can just go anywhere.
That would suck, to be on hinges.
Don't give her any sympathy though.
You can pet the Brontosaurs if you'd like
Shame I didn't catch his name,
He was so friendly and warm.
Not literally warm, but the warm and fuzzy
Kinda feeling you get from being safe
So, in the mean time, my dog
Has been sleeping with me the whole time,
She's a bit dumb, so she hasn't noticed the visitors
Actually, she's just stupid, but I don't want
To hurt her feelings.
She's not her usual black puggy self tonight though,
She has transformed herself into a cartoon,
A small white dog with black patches
I assumed that if she transformed herself,
She'd be some big beast of a dog,
But hey, who am I to judge?
I have no clue why she'd become a cartoon dog,
She would probably didn't notice our guests,
Partially because she's dumb,
But mostly because she likes to bark
After people leave
Or dinosaurs, or doors
I've heard animals and children are good
Judges of character,
Anyone ever ask why these two are in the same category?
Anyway, my dog should have warned me
About this snooty door,
But she was too busy being a
Why would she be 2D anyway?
I guess her brain is too small to know better
The Brontosaurs was telling me to go to sleep,
The door lady was being annoying
And my cartoon dog was of no use
I mean, my marble basin was comfortable,
I should just fall asleep
And dream crazy dreams
I looked at the two clocks,
They read the same time.
Super late, gah!
I was going to be super tired tomorrow.
I blame the door, I mean who the hell
Could I close my eyes with this deceitful door standing over me?
Perhaps the Brontosaurs would watch over me,
I curled up in my basin,
I was suddenly so overwhelmingly tired,
Blissfully being seduced into sleep,
I gave the door one last rueful look
And closed my eyes.