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The Nightmare
by Peter Serra copyright 2007
I dreamt I was rich.
Then they toppled the system.
I sat in a room full of cash, happy.
It was locked from the outside.
I won a huge lottery and built a castle.
I built a great stone wall surrounding it.
Outside of the wall I built a wide trench.
The firemen waved.
The trunk of my car was filled with gold bars.
As I slept it was repossessed.
I found a brown paper bag with bearer bonds.
In a cold articulate and determined voice, she said, "Stick em up!"
I found a treasure chest.
I was surrounded by sharks.
Lastly, I found myself poor.
The telephone rang only to remind me.
I had so many bills I kidnapped my mailbox.
These specters I knew all too well.
Ah, restful sleep.
Thank God.
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