Joseph: The Dreamer (1)

   
   "Joseph:  The Dreamer (1)"
   
   FOREWARD:  I met a prostitute on the way to this keyboard, she told me that she would do anything for fifty bucks; as a result, I told her to paint my house.  Like Alan Alda, better known as Hawkeye Pierce, well, what he mentioned about all the kids in junior high:  "Oh look, I have an audience."  Possibly, we will finish the chronicles of KOOKY LUCY FROST; however, possibly not; nevertheless, the white hat always wins in the culmination of chaos, even if only in the theater of his anti-hero mind.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:

Joseph:  The dreaming slave.  Iron shackles wrapped around his neck; next, escorted to a psychiatric asylum.  Yet, the rejected stone becomes the cornerstone.  His older brothers were jealous of his coat, given to him by his biological father; thus, they sold him into slavery.  He aligned himself with the Egyptians.  Shaved his head and was mummified.  This Joseph too, would fall in line with the cuckoo's nest.

The Russian:  Big, bad, and mean.

The Trucker:  Jack Burton has nothing on him; at the same time, he drives the Lamb Chop Express.

   Here we go:  It takes three signatures to be locked up in an insane asylum, mostly.  Snack Time is a wondrous thing.  Riddle me this, riddle me that--Joseph likes a crazy man's snack.
   His physicians said he was only a character on Seinfeld.  That he just had neurosis.  Wasn't psychotic, but people like to torture the bizarre, as they are proud in their imaginations.  We all know how the Virgin Mary and King David said those people will fall; next, the poor man with faith will be lifted up.  Fear nothing save God.
   Joseph let the Russian put a plastic spoon to his throat, saying:  "No problem."  Moreover, the trucker covered in tattoos slept three feet away from him and went near three-hundred damn, freaking pounds.  Joseph and him became pals.  Then, the bell rang, and the nurse exclaimed:  "Snack Time."