Washing Machine Poem by Valentino Ferro

There's something oblivious through my wooden floor
penetrating the tiles, spelling them wrong
As I walk on my sorrow I'll smash that old door
your scent is the name of a mysterious song

Bemused by that time we decided to go
you descended on me as the weirdest malaise
As torn as I am there is something I know
I could be the worst, but your odds can raise

I could go on forever but I'll never be that good
Disastrous premises can not going to end well
We tried to be better, we were not in the mood
I keep thinking of this as they're ringing the bell

In the house where I live there's a washing machine
it's quite old and not fancy but damn' if it works
I wish I could fit in so I could come clean
but I've been deprived of such perks

In the dream that I had I was handsome and clever
and I was always giving checkmate
but I woke up and I couldn't find a rhyme for 'never'
there's no win if you play against fate.