i had a dream —
the kind i feel compelled to mention.

i was washed up on a purple beach,
covered in slime and glitter.
i stank of cocaine sweat.

a faceless agent stood nearby.

he took my hand
and introduced me to his lalaland.

i played chess.
he played candyland.

the truth is:

i didn’t see an agent.
i saw a disposable puppet.

a wannabe, powerless doll with two faces — both brown-nosed.

he suffered from an average pd.

god’s favourite bootlicker.

i don’t need a kingdom behind my back.
i move alone.