I dreamt I was a Chinese philosopher
dreaming
he was a butterfly
but I woke up a rock star
dreaming he was an accountant.

Confused?

I was, so I looked at the label
"may cause infusion"
hence the tea I was drinking
with a Chinese butter dish-
salesman who said "you might see
a better bit'a butter but I betcha you don't"
"you might see one too -
you might see three or four
you might see your way clear
to making me more tea"
I said to him, or was him to me?
was it ordinary tea?
then things got real complicated
when I realized
I might alarm my lama
or let my alarm
clock who it was
that was talking
and who making tea
and what time it was
in ancient china
and poor Celain
was crazed

not me.