Instant Poetry - Golden Earring

Washing machine\nspace age dream\nLet me serve you\nkeep me clean\nRinse me plain\nspin me sane.\nI’ll trust my dirt to only you.\nAutomobile\nsee me kneel\nI’ll scrub your back\nI’ll buy your meal\nI’ll choke your start\nI’ll warm your heart.\nI’ll dream of dying just with you.\nSee me wish from eight to all day long.\n(l've) Got no time\nI’m not inclined to hum a song.\nJust like a robot\nwaiting for a fuse\nI’m too crazy to even have the blues.\nInstant\ninstant\ninstant poetry\nToo hot to be continued next week.\nInstant\ninstant\ninstant poetry\nToo slow to be tongue in cheek.\nT.V. syndrome — holy custom\nMillions squeeze you to their bosom.\nYou’re always welcome — drive out boredom\nYour one eye’s all the art we need.\nInstant\ninstant\ninstant poetry. ..\nInstant Poetry Sözleri, AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır.