I had a dream about you. My pee was cloudy and I brought an umbrella to the urinal. You were the Coach of the Mens Room and you were giving me advice on how to be a better weatherman. But I didnt listen because I was the arrogant five-time MVP.
I had a dream about you. You were learning to compose music like Mozart and I was learning to listen like Beethoven. He was deaf and you were blind to the fact that you had no musical talent. Still I wore my ear plugs and I clapped and cheered while you banged away on the piano.