Premonition

Woke up this morning
With that feeling in my gut
Something bad was coming
And I’m not sure what

Dreamed of tax auditors
With melodramatic diction
Thought they knew my story
Was mostly fiction

Or maybe it’s the dog
Due at the vet
But she is bright and playful
No, it’s not her time yet

Perhaps it’s my body
Much worse for the wear
Can no longer run a mile
And lost most my hair

Then again my attitude
Might be somewhat brighter
If I did something foolish
Like pull an all-nighter

Maybe I should call her up
Invite her on a bender
But fear the gap between us
Has grown wider than gender