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.