Where Nightmares Come True

As I sat on the grass
Complaining about my boss’s big ass
And his undesirable spare tire

I decided to grab
The abandoned ladder that stuck out
From behind the bush
I grabbed and I pushed.

Startled by an evil painter gliding towards me.
We joked and laughed over my complaint.
And my sudden need to climb up a ladder.

“Where are you going?” the painter asked.
“Isn’t this the way to heaven?” I replied.
“No.” the painter answered. “I have a better idea.”

In seconds the painter appeared in a black car.
“Come on! Jump in!” the painter shouts over the rumbling.
Of this magnificent beast from nowhere. With slight hesitation I climbed in.

The painter smiles this kind of psychotic smile.
“You ready?” the painter asked. “I’m not sure. Where to?” I replied.
“Hold on tight!” the painter laughs diabolically.
“Where nightmares come true.”