I dream of where I do not live

There is a world I sometimes go

Where it is I do not know

I fall asleep and wake up there

Sometimes I fly. My buttocks bare

Chimeys, trains. I lick. I scream

I lick my brains inside my dream

Once upon Albert’s space-time

A treason multiverse didn’t rhyme

Square root of miners made no sense

Illogical Captain. Earthlings are dense

Now picket someone else’s fence

I disbelieve. Goodbye suspense.

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