The Clock
The Clock!
The Clock!
The Irritating
Ticktock!
It tells you when to eat lunch
It tells you when to awake
It tells you time for bed
Like a god you cannot forsake
The Clock!
The Clock!
The Consuming
Ticktock!
When I retire
I'll take off my watch
And say , “leave me be”
you irrelevant ticktock
The Clock!
The Clock!
The Drowning
Of the ticktock!
Man used to rise
By the sun alone
And lie down when
Darkness was shown
The Clock!
The Clock!
The Damnable
Ticktock!
The clock is not a tool
But the master of slaves
That makes men appoint
Their time into graves.
The Clock!
The Clock!
The Clicking
Of the ticktock!
The Clock!
One day will be not.
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