Leaking Thoughts…
Sometime at night when I sleep,
My thoughts I cannot keep,
They dribble out my ear,
Making my pillowcase smell so weird…
All gooey are they, my thoughts it seems,
Kinda like that of cool whip cream,
First time I saw it, boy did I ever scream,
What in the hell is that, one of my dreams?
This must be why, when I argue with another guy,
I tell them to wait till morning,
Let me sleep on it, I say,
I will then forget everything, just herein a warning…
© ed – 4/8/04