I dreamed of a cow in the middle of the night.
We looked at each other, it was black and white.
The cow spoke to me and asked for spare change.
I said "No, you can graze for free on the range."

But he cow wanted something more, she was cunning;
  I was to call my neighbor, ask if the refrigerator was running.
It reminded me of times long past;
  unsupervised kids making prank calls, having a blast.

And the bartender who got royally conned
  by a voice on the phone sounding pretty and blond.
He fell hook, line and sinker for a very old stunt
  as yelled to the crowd "Where is Mike Hunt?”

Trying that trick now gets me be tracked and traced
  with no hope of the memory ever being erased.
Tarred and feathered, digitally doxed,
  forever stuck inside of the uncaring box.

Sweaty and sticky, my dream had gone to horror.
  I begged the cow “Enough!  No more!”
We parted ways, her belly was fat.
  I thanked her for the dream,
    she said “Thanks for the Chat!