A poem about a fake check

a poem about a fake check in a dream I had

The check said dope at first

Which I thought,

Hell yeah

When I unfolded it and looked back

However,

It said $650,000

Which is hellah dope anyway

 

I woke up to think that

Somehow I would have

That check folded up

In my left bra cup

 

I even checked it

 

Nothing

 

The day was not hindered

By

This somewhat let down of a dream

Instead it was brightened

The slightly, cold, not cold, warmer weather

Was okay

The crowded streets seemed

Easier to traverse

 

There was a sign offering me “bae”

With pizza, which I thought

Must be an omen

 

My classes have gone by quickly

As anyone can hope

And I am eagerly waiting to

Go to the comic book store

And spend my newfound money