My subconscious regularly hatches schemes
and reveals their content in nightly dreams,
presumably triggered by a love of puns
and how newspaper headlines can be such fun.
I dreamt about a New Year’s revolution
that features a problem needing solution.
It begins with candidate Elizabeth Warren,
whose grasp of economics is hardly foreign.
With politics, too, she is learning the ropes,
day by day raising Progressives’ hopes.
In my dream she’s elected our #1 woman
and seen by chauvinists as a fateful omen.
Her skirttails as the White House’s tenant
bring more women to the House and the Senate—
women who see our military as bloated
and surviving on loans the Chinese have floated,
with bases spread throughout the world,
leaving few places where our flag is unfurled.
These bases alienate foreign nations
and invite Islamic retaliations.
Drawing down a significant number of bases
placates populations in distant places.
The savings realized from these reductions
support infrastructure reconstruction.
Swords to plowshares are then applauded
by all but the industries by war rewarded.
Headlines herald an armament cease
as our President authors a Warren peace.