by DMt. » Sat May 09, 2015 10:50 am
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I had a dream about Miley Cyrus,
Miley Cyrus was in my dream;
She was a kind of wild I recognise,
Only seven times more extreme.
She was sweet, she was really friendly,
Cute as a button and smart as a whip;
The way she talked was so real, untrendy,
She was devastatingly hip.
Quite un-phased by my urban neighbourhood,
Miley made herself right at home;
Rocked the block with her feisty attitude,
Everyone liked her and wanted some.
Both the girls and the boys adored her,
You could see that she liked them too;
How you wanted to act toward her
Was the way that she talked to you.
Why she liked me I couldn't fathom,
Being nearly three times her age;
And she teased me, the little madam,
But she didn't provoke my rage.
She'd abandoned her normal minder,
Swore she wanted to be right here;
She was beautiful, what a blinder,
For some reason I had her ear.
I was trying to not be crazy,
I was trying to be a friend;
She was sensual, stoned and lazy,
I was hoping this wouldn't end.
She was saying of a girl who liked me,
"If you want, there's a welcome there";
But I only had eyes for Miley,
Smoking dope while we drank our beer.
When we started to get too shit-faced,
I got Miley across my back;
Carried her up the stairs to my place,
Hoped to not have a heart attack.
"To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize" - Voltaire