Escalator Claptrap Poem by Pierre Rausch

Scratching was all he wanted
The fruity flowers beneath
On the drive and they both
Farther and farther outside
On their because they can
To spend alone in anticipation
The steel steps up to the living room
A spiraling escalator to the wild
There is something greater
And needed lots of attraction
Vast grazing small gravel
Going to do our food claptrap
With scratches from the fingers
I would have to go
We‘d have people around
That questioned the escalators to the living room