A Poet’s dreams are always magical
Filled with wonderful images
Music fills the air
And pens know their time is near
The cry of the dragon
Is strong in my dreams
Calling me back to ancient lands
When I get bored I just hop aboard
A magic mushroom rocket ship
And ride the tails of shooting stars
Stopping for drinks in celestial bars
While enjoying my usual rum and coke
At the Starship Enterprise Bar and Grill,
The waitress came over and said,
“Aren’t you The Tennessee Poet?
You beat the Devil twice in Poetry Challenges
And beat her badly in a Drum Battle.”
I smiled and said,
“Yes I am, and yes, I won all three.”
Her eyes glowed red and I could see
It was the Devil talking to me.
“Wipe that smile from your face old man.
You’re older now and this time we will see
Who the real champion is. Will it be you
or will it be me?”
It was then that I woke up.
Was this really just a dream
or was she a sign of things to come
in my new reality?
~The Tennessee Poet~
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