Reality
i breathe and breathe out
each second unravels
as i open my eyes
and see three stars just above me
an angel flies above me
playing his harp
(i think it's broken
cuz i hear nothing from above)
in front of me
Elvis plays his guitar-
or whatever that is in his hands-
i think it's worn out
cuz it sounds like
there is a bee humming around me
now,
how annoying can that get?
suddenly, mom comes before me
yelling with all her might
"you forgot to wash the dishes, Dan!!!"
now, Elvis has hightailed
who wouldn't?
even the angel with the broken harp
has flown away
so i return from the dead
to wash the dishes
how more unfair
life can get?
i can't even
rest in peace!!!
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