John Lennon Spoke To Me

Last night, I had the strangest dream My father spoke to me... I'm not kidding! He said, "You know, someday you'll be great... But not for what you're doing Here and now, or on stage." Well, f*ck, I guess, thanks? I know lately I've had trouble Picking diamonds from the rubble But I'll never love another Like my daughters and their mother And I'll tell you something else Becoming a father Made me wish I knew mine better And my brothers Sometimes I miss my brothers Death has shown me Who I am What I lack And what I see in others Last night, I had the strangest dream John Lennon spoke to me He said, "Imagine Yoko... in bed Japanese wives give the best head." "What a strange thing to say," I muttered. "Oh, ok..." he stuttered. His eyes rolled back His face mutated to look like mine He spoke again With a devilish charm And a childlike grin, "I want to sleep inside of you" I woke up in a cold sweat Took a deep breath and a drink of water And went back to bed