Paul fell asleep early
after a hard day's work
earning a pittance.
His wife woke him up
and said he’d been hollering,
asked if he'd had a nightmare.
She told him he'd never before
hollered like that in his sleep.
Paul told her he’d been dreaming
about the presidential debates in 2016.
Behind the microphones he saw
Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump.
Americans have a choice, Paul said.
Listen to Bernie and The Donald in 2016.
Or buy a nice tent in Syria instead.
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