I woke up this morning
yesterday,
Instead of my normal routine,
I put my pants on the wrong way.

And instead of
opening my eyes to see,
I kept them closed,
"I smell with these."

And as if that isn't
insane enough,
I walked on my hands
to make things more tough.

I woke up this morning
yesterday,
with my bass on ackwards
in the most peculiar way.

Up was down, and down was stay.
Yes meant why? and stop meant play.
As the clock struck midnight
then purged to three,
I slowly realized


none of this was a dream.


I woke up this morning.
Yesterday.