Little Green Cactus Men Living In The Concrete

This is a song I just made. It is called 'Little Green Cactus Men Living In The Concrete'.


Small as dominoes, they build, mill, run, hide and creep
This one spot is full of them
Can I feel them, are they escaping?
This isn't concrete any more.
I'm sitting on them,
Paralysed by sound and vision, I am sitting on them
They are the length of the street and the depth of the ocean
Sugar rots my teeth and can't fathom they are make believe
By 9 o'clock they were gone.