Dadabot had enough of this town
Thought a home, inside the house,
And it grew like thoughts come seeping out,
Hypnotic, spasmodic little shiny piece by piece,
Grew a bubble over my head
And shiny slippers for my feet,
And glass dripped down and masked my face,
And shards fused together to make my place,
And i touched the gleam with cold hands,
As it trapped me in its bubble so periodic,
Green and frogmotic,
Greeny gleamy sheeny inbetweeny
I could see out the cracks,
But i soon stopped that and feasted my little eyes
On the smooth shell hypnotic all around me.
It glows the outside and glares it from my mind,
And my thoughts with it are neatly twined,
Here glass, sphere glass perfection is my predilection.
My direction, well, is my pea’s for we roll as one.
This is where my world begun.
The light trapped out, the light trapped in,
A perfect pea with me within.
I lick the smooth surface of my prison and drool,
I can’t get enough of my green whirlpool,
Where thoughts are swirling cool and cold,
In my bubble i’ll grown old,
And rust away.
We’ll roll together down the way,
Over the hills and far away.