The Irony Of My Dream

I can see the dream I’m dreaming
It’s so beautiful, so alleviating
It’s the alliteration of everything compelling
It’s an epitome of petulant imaging

It’s me metamorphosing into greatness
Bearing the trophy of poetry highness
I can feel the gaiety on my success
And the scenery of my upliftment

But it’s only a dream, not reality
It’s just a film in my head, not an actuality
It’s the absolute notion of melancholy
The maestro of maudlin deformity

It’s a prototype of an implicit onerous display
A melodrama that reclines on a fairy tale
The model of an unswerving galling replay
Like a pungent smell, unwanted but makes it’s way

I can’t triumph over over-lords of the pen
I can’t defeat the dominating combatants of content
I can’t outsmart the ten over tens
I just can’t win this contest

But I CAN do one thing
Dream of my WIN

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