Top of Tokyo
A poem inspired by a crazy dream
Out to Japan, away we flew,
My cousin D and I, trip for two
A stranger bumped into me,
I looked up - who can it be?
It was Bruno Mars!
We’re running into music stars
He was right beside the Weeknd
Yet the plot only deepened
On the roof, they agreed to hang
Atop of Tokyo the two singers sang,
“Happy” by Pharrell was playing,
Out of the blue, they heard me saying
“So that’s how you wrote this song!”
They knew I was wrong, but played along
“Uh… yeah” said Mars, who took out his cell
Taking selfies, snapping pics of us as well
The sun was high, we took off our shirt
Our six pack abs, we overexert
Looking through the snapchat screen,
Tattoos on our bodies can be seen,
But oh, it was just a filter,
Never was a weightlifter.
That’s when I awake,
Dazed by the dream my mind could make.
About the Creator
Ghostface Writer
Writing stories in my spare time. Daydreaming all the time. Welcome to the world inside my head.
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