I dreamed last night
of a dragon,
green scaled
fire-breathing
fork-tongued
and hungry.
Tired of ransacking the countryside,
he took a hint from his more civilized cousins,
and shape-shifted
through myriad possibilities
until he became a man,
intense and charismatic,
who then became a politician.
He ate the supporters
of his opponents
when the press wasn't looking,
and an opponent or two
for appetizers,
and a businessman at times for dessert,
had shiny brass buttons on his chest,
and a trophy wife
in the best Jackie Kennedy fashion,
wore an expensive suit
and wanted to rule the world.
Eh, sounds like a Doctor Who episode,
I thought, waking up,
or maybe real life -
haven't been able to decide.
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