Ode to clock
Counting down my last hour
Shoving numbers in my face
Confusing me with Roman numerals
That I don’t understand
Whispering that I really have no time
Ticking like a time bomb
Laughing at me as I’m watching,
Waiting for it to strike 3:30
I watch as its hand mocks me
And spins around and around
As its face watches me
I sit and stare, waiting,
Just for it to say
The day is over
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