I had a dream last night. <br />It was a dream in vivid colours. <br />A satisfying dream. <br />A dream of justice and <br />righteousness. <br /> <br />So, here I stood, <br />horsewhipping <br />a cowardly soul <br />with a large wet rag. <br /> <br />The rag was called <br />INNUENDO. <br /> <br />And the cowardly soul <br />looked like a pathetic <br />old spinster whose <br />belt had fallen off, <br />exposing soiled nickers <br />and hidden knives <br />dangling. <br /> <br /> <br />In the background <br />one could see <br />what appeared to be <br />a fire. <br />Only smoke was visible. <br /> <br />But then, as the screams <br />of the victim echoed <br />back from the Hills <br />of Deception and <br />Cowardice, <br />it became obvious that <br />there was no fire. <br />The smoke was coming <br />from a Texas smoke machine.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smoke-machine/
