Washing Machine.

Washing machine... shaking through the house. Every creature is disturbed, including the mouse. The powder is in the breeze, I'm riding to work with miraculous ease... Riding through the sky, my washing machine is shaking me high... I'm tumbling through the clouds, the sparks around me entertain the crowds. The powder is in the breeze, I'm riding to work with miraculous ease... The cycle is slowing down, I’m laughing like a clown. I'm falling off in cosmic relief, I'm shaking like a leaf.