Had a dream last night
The dream led to a fight
My old friends who knew me
Didn’t like what I turned out to be
I didn’t recognize names or faces
Just knew them from different places
Tried to be civil and kind
But that was soon left behind
A phalanx of fists soon flew through the still air
Karate kicks were delivered with style and flair
In my dreams I can still pack a punch
Delivering knuckle sandwiches for lunch
But now I’m old you see and stylish kicks no longer can be
I awake, with feet twisted up in the sheets, and me needing to pee
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