False advertising.

The composers that died being read 

The riot act that went on too long 

For a taxi ride there and back 

And when you awaken you will realise 

You dreamt all that.
The world turned back on that computer advertising

And to Dream all that I’d have to be in 

A comatose.
Your in for a even longer wait now 

With all the apples that Fell to earth 

The otters that juiced them by the roadside.
As we read headlines that say.

Disfranchised fruit machines kills 

As magazines of slated standby 

For Old fashioned no comment.