THE CARPET WEAVER:
Today the world is slipping around,
It’s going for a late check-out,
But I’m ready to leave now,
Knives and forks and spoons are shiny,
But I’m not buying it,
All this sweet stuff,
Are you still sleeping?
Are you rolling on your wheels?
Will your arrive in a good mood?
Or the other thing?
Here you come,
Breathing ones and zeros,
But you wont let me tell you,
Because you don’t believe it