Surreal Sartre

Jean-Paul Sartre appeared to me
In a dream
In the form of a Texan Oil Tycoon
Puffing on a fat cigar
He gave me this advice
As he lit his crop on fire
"Never trust the one
Who opens the door for you"

We sat inhaling the fumes
Of our own contemplation
And the burning papers
Which read "I am who am"