As I lay upon the chair, dreaming of that scary bear

I’m in a ghost-white bed, everything’s shut, but not the door

I flashback to the imaginary chase, and the dire contents of that race

Praying for reform, it all of a sudden transformed to a wild boar

Then, the beast let out a bigger badder roar

I could not speak a while more.

Then I saw Mo upon that mound, he stared in strikeout bound.

He got his sign, came to the set.  Right then I knew I was done for. 

Then, he threw that scary pitch, the one that made him so filthy rich

I had to watch that thing move, right as it grooved through that back door

Then, the blue pumped his fist. Uselessly I tried to implore

That the pitch was, and should have been called, ball four.

As my mind swang back and forth, I began to think- my silver porsche!

I stared at the shiny tint. This car was worth all my adore.

I washed and shined it everyday, lined it with that pinkish spray

On the highway- 110, I had no care, but I shouldn’t ignore

This big, black object flying toward me.  Then it hit me- a meteor, 

This is not what I asked for.

I wake up.  I don’t worry ‘cuz my girlfriend didn’t break-up

I stare at the glistening pool, wondering what God has in store

I see my reflection, understand I’ll never reach perfection

Grab my i-pod, turn on my music, this time not the most hardcore

Relaxing, sound asleep- not thinking anymore.

This is exactly what I asked for.