Balls In The Bearing Poem by Haruna Garba
Balls In The Bearing
Here they are all spherical
Here they are streamlined
Here they're in a freewheel
In this bearing wanting free
But on Earth is atmosphere
And where it is must rain
Secured as are it must leak
The few exposed must rust
The degree of freedom cut
Makes friction grow grits
The oil has been corrupted
Stuff that lets the go smooth
Same for the crowded Earth
Where friction be lessened
But situations let suckers out
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