I opened the cooler
And to the left side
Lay a knife
They encased it in rubber
And placed it in between my sandwich
That is what I call
Painful Necessity
This poem came to me in a dream. Seriously. In my dream, I was reading of a piece of paper and I read this poem. This poem does not exist until now. I only remembered bits and pieces, but this is what I could piece together. I only though these things happened to people in movies or books, but then it happened to me.