My Dream Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I dreamed I had gun
No bullets; just for fun
I stood on a hill
Walked upward and downhill
It was show with salute
Near one statue
Some crafts on the wall
In blood, I was shot
I was killed yet alive
My soul had, fast-escaped
I observed all the eyes
Those with hands toward me
Rubbernecks; Tommy peeked
'Did you see; it was he? '
And I laughed crazy
They had all forgotten
Ones who knew and who'd heard
I too was a person
In my bag good and bad
All the girls I'd cheated
And the ones disobeyed
With my jokes; being rude
Nobody asked me why
I stood and walked by
Mouse in hole; cat devil
Some of each my victims
A parrot lied when talked
Out of cage; it had jumped
Talked as if was prime
In fact cause of crime
Talked too much, mostly lies
Or tricks, or to walls
Ants on hill made a mount
All weeping; they cried
They made me a hero
Not knowing the bureau
What I did who I was
They listened to bandits.