I learned lucid dreaming with hard moonlight beaming-
‘Freddie Krueger inceptions in 2019’ing.
I’ll run through your worst nightmares, shirtless-
Throwing priceless doves at you, rendering them worthless,
and just when you think that you’re safe
I jump fences like hurdles, each foot on big snapper turtles,
Using amphibious transport to travel
and torment your brain with a lyrical shower.
You speak just one tongue, but hun, call me Babbel,
I’ll word my thoughts round-right until you taste gravel-
don’t leave ya subconscious ’round me, or what have you,
I’m not one to judge, but I do have this gavel,
and until you arise I’ll be popping up behind you,
Poltergeisting hard, couldn’t sleep if you tried to. – RSM