don't have dreams;
they have nightmares
and plantar fasciitis.
I'd rather kill myself
in the likes of Omaha,
before I die peacefully
in the my sleep in Florida.
I wish I had the confidence
of Axel Foley,
from the first Beverly Hills Cop,
not the second, especially not the third.
Today was a good day,
despite the passing of time,
and tomorrow will be good, too,
if I make it there.