I am Vacuum, Hear Me Roar
the pith of my suck as I clean your rug
I am Vacuum, Hear Me Roar
You want everything to be perfect
I will make it so
running my fingers down your back
as my wheels turn
as I moan
You want me independent
bent and straight
Pistons rushing the engine of fate
Swords drawn and karate kicks
stoic intellectualism
storms of power
it's what I am designed to do:
suck.
The bureaucratic mess of electricity
won't stop me
from taking my cord to the wall
turning my button to on
and challenging the dirt of the world
I can only clean when the world is flat
Magellan and his round earth
confuse me
Karma and the wheel of fortune don't gel
with my racetrack mentality
I am a greyhound
and the gate is lifted
and I am trained to run
As I round the bend and my legs break
and my ideals crash from
pedestals
the sound of pots and pans
drum kits falling from a ten story building
a piano slamming into the cement floor.
I am Vacuum, Hear Me Roar