Sometimes A Poet Is Just A Cigar Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen

Sometimes A Poet Is Just A Cigar



COME IN, SIR. PLEASE LIE DOWN ON THE COUCH. I'M DR. OZZY MANDIUOS. TELL ME WHAT'S BEEN BOTHERING YOU.

Well, Doc, I've been having a recurring nightmare that's very disturbing!

MY BOY, YOU'VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE. I AM A NOTED EXPERT IN DREAM ANALYSIS. TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT.

Well, Doc, I dream I'm a traveller in an antique land. I come across the remains of a statue. I guess at one time it was the statue of a famous king. But now it's cracked and broken on the ground. I look at the statue's face and note the cold sneer there. Just then, the eyes open and I can't look away. I'm frozen. I begin to harden and crack and break into pieces. I crumble into sand and blow away across the desert. What does it mean, Doc?

HMMM! THIS IS SERIOUS. LET'S TRY SOME WORD ASSOCIATION. I'LL SAY A WORD AND YOU SAY THE FIRST THING THAT POPS INTO YOUR HEAD. READY?

BOOK-Cook
TREE-Knee
HEAD-Dead
YARD-Bard

AH! HA!

What is it, Doc? Am I going insane? Am I losing my mind?

IT'S MUCH WORSE I'M AFRAID. MY TESTS INDICATE YOU'RE A POET AND DIDN'T KNOW IT.

Doc, isn't there anything you can do?

NO, I'M SORRY, YOUR CONDITION IS TERMINAL! PLEASE PAY YOUR BILL, PROMPTLY AS YOU LEAVE THE OFFICE!

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