Inside the tiny kitchen
I build roller coasters
But my one dream I keep
Drifting off into sleep
Being a vacuum salesman
Rosie eats her medicine
Made from nuclear waste
Doctors at a convention
No patients are friends
Pain tastes like poison
Trying to wine and dine
In Spandex boxer shorts
Never works I do report
Dire Straits may cavort
Beyond gig closing time
I build roller coasters
But my one dream I keep
Drifting off into sleep
Being a vacuum salesman
Rosie eats her medicine
Made from nuclear waste
Doctors at a convention
No patients are friends
Pain tastes like poison
Trying to wine and dine
In Spandex boxer shorts
Never works I do report
Dire Straits may cavort
Beyond gig closing time
Tidbits of a collection
Zings through wormholes
Ending in lunar craters
The Hammond entertainer
Sounds like inspiration
Zings through wormholes
Ending in lunar craters
The Hammond entertainer
Sounds like inspiration
Insomnia has no opinion
In dreams, I smell mint
Listerine soaked tissue
Hello UFO, I do see you
Everything wearing thin
In dreams, I smell mint
Listerine soaked tissue
Hello UFO, I do see you
Everything wearing thin
(Inspired by the "Wacky Weekend Challenge (Remembering Tom)" contest on PoetrySoup.)
