Make The World Go Round Poem by Bull Hawking

Make The World Go Round



Screwin' makes the world go round

ain't that right now little mama...ain't that right?

ain't that right

Ask my bare bulb in the ceiling

watch my bulb go round and down

but what's it turnin' into dalin'

what'll it finally be?

Malthusian malted milk...my dear!

Malthusian malted milk.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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