Sleep Up Tomorrow

As I sleep up on the ceiling
To my alarm clock in my head
I fall onto the floor
And dream I must be dead

I cannot remember my thoughts
I had while I woke last night
All I remember was the breifcase
That chased me through the flight

I softly hear the latches
As it creeps up from behind
And I realized I wasn't thinking
I was dreaming in real life

The briefcase began to chase me
I quickly grabbed the food
I guzzled down a chingnada
While my goatma slept up nude

I ran out of my front window
The briefcase crashed through the door
Now I'll have to sweep the wood
And go to the software store

The briefcase kept on coming
I had nowhere to go
Then I saw the tree
And down it I must go

I ran down the gullupo tree
To my own tree fort
I was dreaming what to do next
I decided to write a false report

I grabbed my circular paper
And my hujaja dehuha pen
I wrote "My horsepop ate it
And my llamabro choked again"

I threw it at the briefcase
And he dissapeared into the night
But one thing I heard him whispered
As he became out of sight...

"You may have got me this time
But that chingnada was full of hugondo
Once you fall awake tonight
You won't sleep up tomorrow!"