Late last night in my dream, there was a time machine
But the only destination was twenty-ten
I looked to the mean mugged controller, the time queen
Asked which she preferred — “The future, now, or again?”

She simply pushed a long form and a fountain pen
'Cross her desk, the barrel of which was marked thirteen
She sneered then snapped, “Sign on the line, here, here, there.” — then
Readied her rubber stamp, for her this was routine

She pointed, “Initial to waive your current fate
And right here to self declare all forms of fitness.”
“Don't fret over all the fine print, just print the date
We'll have Wendy at the front desk be your witness.”

She eyed me up, down, left and right — she pointed, “Look!”
I spun around — she yawped, “A...