Sometimes I wonder
Why I drool oceans out of my mouth
While I sleep.
The doctor in my head barks out the answer.
But the thinker in me chooses to ignore it.
Maybe it's just plain water
Stinking because of all the bad words and horrible thoughts
That plague my soul and burst out when I cuss.
The doctor in my head blurts out that it's wrong.
But the thinker in me rejoices at his creativity.
Maybe it's just a sign from the Devil
Helping me prepare for the day I'd die in my sleep,
And all saliva in my mouth would dry out
The doctor in me hangs his head in shame.
But the thinker inside is too proud to notice.
They say you "drool" when you see a girl with looks to die for.
Is it what all this is about?
Is this a result of all the breathtaking girls I visit in my dreams?
Is this why they are called "wet dreams"?
The doctor in me is ready with the noose underneath the ceiling fan.
The thinker in me is lost in vanity to pay any attention.
The linguist in me tries to explain the meaning of "wet dreams"
But the thinker shoves him away,
Citing poetic liberty.
But then I realise,
I was wrong
I was so wrong the whole time!
No, it is NOT my horrible thoughts, or my wet dreams
That make me drool in my sleep!
Not at all!
How can I be so stupid!
Of course, it is the pillow!!!
My pillow licks my face while I sleep,
To help me get over the sadness of not having a pet dog!
And now, I love my pillow a thousand times more.
The doctor in me hangs his head in shame.
The linguist in me chuckles at the literal pun I just made above.
The thinker does what he does best-
Overthinking.
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