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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Wrong Dreams

Jesus looked at you with bedroom eyes
Making your skin crawl
As his hand rubbed your inner thighs
Keeping eye contact through it all

Then you awoke to find it was just a dream
And really it was your mother all along
Dragging her nails on your skin softly
In every way possible feeling all wrong

But you jerked yourself from sleep
Only to find yourself kissing your sister
Which was oddly arousing down deep
Though tasting distinctly of dog food

Then the alarm shrieked you awake
Your dog licking your face
He has to go potty pretty bad
And this is certainly no dream imagined place

So come on dog!
Who wants to go outside?
Who wants to go outside?
That's right, YOU do!