Some dreams daydream into your life
I wake each dawn to a chorus of jackhammers
Popping popcorn or automatic fire?
Probably just Grandma trying to text
You picked out a shout, the president’s shot?
No, I misheard, the vice-president’s hot
They’re pushing an artist who’s selling his air
Cool idea though I mostly don’t care
It’s hard enough listening to your music
Everyone demands you listen to theirs
Anything’s possible, trust me I know
My first stepmother an alien, the next
Conceived a metaverse for her foster children
Called it babysitting and never returned
Now I hear children shrieking:
AIs attacked Disney
Kidnapped Harry Potter!
Plan to move Hogwarts to fend off an asteroid
Has the world gone stark screaming bonkers?
I think I need to turn off my phone.