Bat Chain Puller

Bat chain
 Puller
 Bat chain puller
 Puller, puller
 A chain with yellow lights
 That glistens like oil beads
 On its slick smooth trunk
 That trails behind on tracks, and thumps
 A wing hangs limp and retreats
 Bat chain puller
 Puller puller
 Bulbs shoot from its snoot
 And vanish into darkness
 It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth
 Sodbustin' rakes with grey dust claws
 Announces it's coming in the morning
 This train with grey tubes
 That houses people's very thoughts and belongings.
 Bat chain puller
 Puller puller
 This train with grey tubes that houses people's thoughts,
 Their very remains and belongings.
 A grey cloth patch
 Caught with four threads
 In the hollow wind of its stacks
 Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,
 Lunging the cushioned thickets.
 Pumpkins span the hills
 With orange Crayola patches.
 Green inflated trees
 Balloon up into marshmallow soot
 That walks away in faulty circles,
 Caught in grey blisters
 With twinkling lights and green sashes
 Drawn by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
 That blister and break in agony
 In zones of rust
 They gild gold sawdust into dust.
 Bat chain puller,
 Puller puller.