The Dream-Maker
As the darkness of the night looms in
The Dream-Maker visits us in our bed.
He rides a fine steed of fiery black
With reins as fine as a spider's web.
By his side he carries a golden sword
He never slows down, never lingers.
A salesman dreams of his next commission
As the Dream-Maker rides over greedy fingers.
With silver armour that glistens in the night
He rides through the brain of a radio deejay.
Who dreams of non-stop talking
Without really knowing what to say.
To fool all the people
All of the time is a politician's desire.
So he dreams of an extra brain
In the hope it will make him wiser.
With an helmet concealing an empty face
The Dream-Maker glides over a teacher's lips.
Who dreams of a hidden smile.
To watch over exams that students sit.
No-one will see the Dream-Maker arrive
No-one can escape the Dream-Maker's curse.
Not even the factory creep dreaming of a tongue
Long enough to lick the boss’s ****.
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2014
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