In your dreams,
in your dreams
you scale the heights,
recite the memes
and fight good fights.
You quell their schemes,
secure our rights
nor know not 'seems’...
nor know not
‘might’s.
But, come the lights,
d'you make the team,
absorb the slights,
repair each seam?
D'you shun the shites?
You write a ream.
You talk, alright.
So: what’s it deem?
D'you slay the blighters?
In your dreams!
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