Dead tired she was
with a ton of things on her mind,
all she wished for was sleep
yet she couldn't find the strengh
to leave the dishes behind.
So she washed and she scrubbed,
until all was really clean,
then she pulled out the plug,
and stared at the whirlpool in the sink.
When even that was gone,
she headed for bed,
thinking intensively
of what she could have done instead.
She could butcher her husband in the dead of night,
she can eat her children alive,
she could go to a weird bar,
in a brand new stolen car,
and flay the patrons alive.
Her eyes closed fast,
she was sleeping at last,
her subconscious self,
armed her with a machine gun instead.
She won battles, she killed armies,
and her boss and the grocer,
nothing but a loser and a tosser,
she had stolen the car,
and had gone to the weirdest freaking bar,
her husband was there dressed as a nun.
She was laughing out loud
they were having some fun,
then she started to run,
all the way to the sun!
There's nothing better indeed,
than a good night's sleep,
to let out some steam,
in a wild and bloody paranoid,
sweet and sour dream.
Goodnight.
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