The Levitator
Is a curious creature
He floats in the air
With an eerie humming noise
But he can only float
If he feels no one is watching
You have to tread carefully
And if you’re lucky
You’ll catch a glimpse
Of the ‘Tator;
Tinkering away
At old clocks
He has more scars
Than anyone I know
And loves
A nice big shot of crystal meth
To start the day
Floating away
Tinkering
With old clocks
