Last night I had the strangest dream
I was onbored Tom Cruise's private submarine
He was swimming naked in a bacta tank
Surrounded by washing machines
I know it sounds strange and obscene
Like what the hell does this dream mean?
I guess at least he kept his clothes clean
To my recollection I was there with a team
What were we doing? I really don't know
Just remember being claustrophobic
And really deep, in the ocean down below
- Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry ( Offline)
- Published: July 17th, 2022 01:57
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