Silk is the soul

The silk machine

Jab, jab, pull, pull,
Ouch that hurt!
I am being stretched and pulled and twisted
Round and round.
What else could happen to me?

Jab, jab, pull, pull,
I though it would be like a disco dance,
Not a violent circle of endless wheels.
They were stretching me too much!
I though I would just rip in half.
Could this even happen?

Jab, jab, pull, pull,
Squashes against my fellow silk threads.
Dizzy, wizzy, spinning round and round.
Would this ever end?

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