The Dream Machine

Drawing up the Dream Machine
Just look how large it will be
With antennae put in your eye
Or in your brain that's fine by me

I need some help outside myself
As I create the dreams
There's just too much for one to make
So I employ two and three

They create the dreams I forsake
For when I have gone awry
Now they can take two thirds to make
So I can have play time

The work builds up, they've had enough
So I employ four and five
Now everyone is proud and tough
Dreams make them glad they're alive

There comes a time with too much to try
for two, three, four, and five
So I then hire a sixth tiny guy
So all can have playtime

But number six thinks it's all tricks
These dreams just aren't for him
He whines and cries, "These dreams are lies!"
Then his face conforms to a grin

So off he prances with snickers and dances
His face still carries the grin
He climbs to my castle kept up in the clouds
To the Dream Machine within

He starts to twitch when he spies the switch
That changes the machine to bad
He spits on his hands and plants to stand
And pulls with all he has

But the switch is stiff having never been flipped
So only moves a tad
And so it's stayed all through the days
Some dreams being good some bad

Amusing :D