Fool
I dreamt I won a hundred million dollars.
The universe did me a solid.
And I felt solid, like a big bologna loaf
the deli slices with the meat slicer
whenever you want some
but then
thought if only I had twenty million more.
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especially love the title and the bologna loaf. good mantra
Yep. Money is like potato chips — always leaves you wanting more.
Any poem that has a bologna loaf in it will get my attention! This poem is just too true!
Love the way your mind works! Well worth that extra twenty million!