Synthetic Dreams
Bi Jou Jou said to hurry up
That something wasn't right
And so I left reality
To catch a dream of flight
Ignis fatuus lit up the ground,
Which glowed an eerie green
And my Muse’s face appeared
Sadistic and obscene
I asked him what was going on,
He said he wasn't sure
Something though has gotten in
That isn't ‘Polly pure’
‘Seems to me synthetic dreams’
He said after some thought
Then asked me if the Catacombs
Had too begun to rot
I said we need to check them out,
And as we walked along
Neither of us cared to sing
My Pollyester song
The swamp was disillusioning
But nothing took its place
I was thankful that my Muse
Had lost that eerie face
When we reached the Catacombs
We both said, ‘Oh my God’
For instantly we recognized
This gossamer facade
Synthetic dreams, indeed it seems,
And then he took my hand
Worry not Dear Pollykins
I think I understand
Fly back to reality,
I'll do what must be done
And listen lass, don't let this dark
Deprive you of your sun
