I dreamed last night I was rich and famous glowing with love radiant with money; I don’t know how I hit jackpot but the riches and love sure hit me
and my lackeys they gathered round and after some reverence and obeisance (some revived from ancient customs as befitting a man they deemed heir to the riches of China, India and Japan) they all said: “Honorable Lord, what shall we do with your boundless fame and your untold wealth? ”
“Give my wealth, ” I declared, “to the 1% cos Obama plans to tax them more And give my fame to the anonymous 99% cos they obviously crave for attention And I myself," I said, “shall retire into Monastery Zen“
sure, wise guys, it was all but a dream; and subsequently my wife woke me up with the wham! of a broom “Get up! ” she screamed *“Go forth and get a job - and stay away from those lazy Occupy-This-City-and-that-City people! ”
...just a dream...don't take it too seriously - except, I'm not sure about that "'wham' of a broom"...how come it still hurts if it were just a dream?...