Sleep Detective - GROOMS

I was in hands

Now understand

That in those hands

I was a man

I fell asleep

In vaguest arms

My Vedic friend

Who never ends

My head the cop

Is mouthing off

Learned how to talk

And’s mouthing off

But Vedic friend

With another lesson

To give to cop

This one’s from the top

I’m made of milk

I’m made of meat

I’m made of laughs

I’m made of sweets

We’re separate

But that’s alright

I’m eaten cake

You’re purple rite

You grip me good

And shut me up

And soothe my gut

More than enough

The rain is fun

And cop could play

But deepest blues

And stays away

I am protected

Cop is digested

In Vedic friend

Who never ends