The Irony of My Dream

I can see the dream I'm dreaming It's so beautiful, so alleviating It's the alliteration of everything compelling It's an epitome of petulant imaging It's me metamorphosing into greatness Bearing the trophy of poetry highness I can feel the gaiety on my success And the scenery of my upliftment But it's only a dream, not reality It's just a film in my head, not an actuality It's the absolute notion of melancholy The maestro of maudlin deformity It's a prototype of an implicit onerous display A melodrama that reclines on a fairy tale The model of an unswerving galling replay Like a pungent smell, unwanted but makes it's way I can't triumph over over-lords of the pen I can't defeat the dominating combatants of content I can't outsmart the ten over tens I just can't win this contest But I CAN do one thing Dream of my WIN