If You Don’t Know Same Shit Different Pile, You Just Don’t Know Shit.

Dude wished to wake up different.

Better than his stupid old self.

But he had so little to work with.

Most of him still on the shelf.

Dreamt of those selves.

Waiting like elves.

For their dreamer to dream them awake.

They then scurry, no hurry,

And in overnight flurries they

Bake a new dude to awaken.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.