Touchless

Mister Griver, sits in his home,
With the apes outside that he doesn't condone.
"I bet the evils are running 'round,
They must be stopped, they must be found!"

Mister Griver, what a shame,
With the touchless touchers,
All in his brain.
Now mister Griver, break the cage!
Remove those wires, from your face!

"I bet the touchers are touching now,
They must be stopped, they must be found!"

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Touch me through my eyes,
Make this civilised.
Make me hypnotised,
Touch me through my optics now.

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