'Tis raining as I, wretched, leave home mad,
Into the subway train, sad, dragging filth.
The train, and home, debark I for Riyadh.
My spattered mind, unkempt, at last is tilth.
Elves, dryads, centaurs, pixies, ogres, gnomes,
I meet, befriend, seize, tempt, lure and seduce.
Have friends and lovers I, stirred mind ease combs.
Tranquility sought, reached; something obtuse?
Warped, wicked wizards with ease I subdue.
Me, Cincinnatus, thrice did they beseech.
A crown, a sapphire diadem of blue.
I, Julius the Caesar, did not reach.
Awoke I, chained, on optic white, white bed;
The doctors, they say, "keep dreams in your head."
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