Golden Beans
I sometimes have cruel nightmares
about losses unbearable.
It's like my subconscious
just sits back planning
what could really get to me, given that
ordinary monster nightmares are fun
and fail to make me wake up feeling horrible.
Elsetimes my subconscious
seems merely to be writing comedy skits.
Rhonda and I were in some public auditorium
and I couldn't stop farting. Loudly.
A notice came over the intercom
announcing that someone had stolen
the extremely valuable gold beans.
"Our golden beans have gone missing,"
said the loudspeaker,
as a long noisy fart eases out of me.
I look around and say, "What?
I didn't take your gawdamn golden beans!"
FLFLFLFL!!!
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