Growing Washing Machine – Unhinged Poem

We’re going down,

captain lover man,

whistled tunes of sarcasms,

drinking coffee regurgitated by monkeys,

what if the song changes midstream,

washed wisdom,

unfavourable reviews,

sunshine in the Arctic,

a want not given,

a need taken,

spiritual endings delivered by babies crying,

we burn the bridge,

while we’re halfway over it…

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