When I woke

One cannot play scrabble with the uneducated rabble said the boy from Eton who had his feet on the chair.

Gimme the dream team or just give me the dream.

What is there but the depth of dreams?
sinking in seems so surreal.

Going it solo
I make my castle from Play Doh
but I am guarded by Plasticine soldiers
with pipe cleaner eyes.

Nothing is free
not the team
the dream
the play doh
the guards or the

everything costs something
in the end.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.