Carpet crawlers


There's no excuse for talking
with the language that I hear
So to myself my speaking
is replaced by silent fear.

The carpet crawlers heed their warnings,
You've got to get in to get out, (of their way).

There's no excuse for torture
and the begging I don't need.
My freinds are all around me
in the place from where I feed.

The carpet crawlers- freedom fallers,
You've got to get in to get out, (of their ways).

There'll be time to make my bed now,
for at night they disappear,
while other kids sleep in their beds
I'll start to make mine here.

The carpet crawlers fear their orders,
You've got to get in to get out
Ow ow ow, you've got to breathe in-
Breathe-
to breathe out.

Is it breaded morsel,
or is it faeces that I've found?
An unknown sauce that feeds me
from my plate upon the ground.

The carpet crawlers mark their corners,
They've got to get in to get out.

A banquet now surrounds me
in a toxic patterned world.
In turn for food they'll find me,
asleep on carpet curled.

The carpet crawlers- fissure maulers,
You've got to get in to get out,
I've got to get in to get out,
Breathe-
We've got to get in, to get out.

As I, for Insect's forage,
insect foray feeds my fire,
on fuels our lives depending
from the castle to the byre.

Carpet crawler, feel no smaller.
You've got to get in to get out.

As leisure men and microbes
are surely set to feed,
so lactic growth and mildew bugs
have satiation needs.

The carpet crawlers- minute brawlers
Who battle with nature's seeds,
they have to get in to get out.

Aware of other shinings
thermo-compound visions see
so too, the feast of Stephen
shining here for them and me.

To the carpet crawler angel caller,
You've got to get in to get owt, to get out.

Like them I'm very grateful
for the presence that I've found,
their tiny forms do sparkle
as a star shines all around.

Carpet crawlers- Viral formers,
It's got to get in to get out.

Such strange desires escape me-
the obligatory obscene.
From acts I find appaling
to thoughts of you and me.

Carpet crawlers, Sea-bed trawlers,
got to get in to get out.

With open arms I greet thee,
Inner space, we disappear,
Now that time did re-arrange me
I with one (w)hole only here/hear.

The Carpet-crawlers, Seasoned callers,
We got to get in to get out.