The Infinite Hotel

I’m running down the halls

Of the Infinite Hotel

Cause I don’t want to turn blue

I’ll keep going till I hear the bells

On black mamba’s shoes

Don’t want to be a sucker for

The green big-freeze

If the walls close in on me

I have a sea of pocket universes

There goes one, two and three


I’m the backwards kid

A ripple in space time

Sent from another universe

In the microwave is where you’ll find me

Expanding till I burst

Don’t want to be a maggot for

Your plot of earth

If the walls close in on me

I have magnets on my hands

To weave the crunch-crunch, bang-bang


I’m hurdling over sand castles

And up ahead some wide-eyed kid

Is toppling them over

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