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Washing machinespace age dream
Let me serve youkeep me clean
Rinse me plainspin me sane.I'll trust my dirt to only you.
Automobilesee me kneel
I'll scrub your back
I'll buy your meal
I'll choke your start
I'll warm your heart.I'll dream of dying just with you.
See me wish from eight to all day long.(l've) Got no time
I'm not inclined to hum a song.
Just like a robotwaiting for a fuse
I'm too crazy to even have the blues.
Instantinstantinstant poetry
Too hot to be continued next week.
Instantinstantinstant poetry
Too slow to be tongue in cheek.T.V. syndrome - holy custom
Millions squeeze you to their bosom.
You're always welcome - drive out boredom
Your one eye's all the art we need.
Instantinstantinstant poetry . . .
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