Up at the front sits Marilyn Monroe,
With familiar man, whose name I don't know.
It's a meeting about money,
They want us to give,
But there is something funny
Going on, and when I interject,
Marylin's pose is wrecked
She whimpers and accuses,
The mood grows sad, hearts ache,
And that's when I wake.
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