Instant Poetry

Washing machine, 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'll dream of dying just with you

See me wish from 8

To all day long

(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, instant, instant poetry

Too hot, to be continued next week

Instant, instant, instant poetry

Too slow, too slow, to be tongued in cheek

T.V. syndrome, holy custom

Millions squeeze you to their bosom

You're always welcome, drive out boredom

You're one eye's all the art we need