Testo di Instant Poetry

Washing machines, Space age dream let me serve you, keep me clean rinse me plain, spin me sane I'll trust my dirt to only you. Automobile see me kneel I'll scrub your back I'll buy your meal I'll choke your start I'll warm your heart I''l dream of dying just with you. (I've) got no time (I'm) not inclined to hum a song just like a robot waiting for a fuse I'm too crazy to even have the blues. Instant poetry too hot to be continued next week Instant poetry too slow to be tongue in cheek. TV syndrome, Holy custon millions squeeze you to their bosom you're alway welcome, drive out boredom your one eye's all the art we need.