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the clock ticks (by David P. de L.)
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the clock ticks suck away getting fat on the hours and drunk
on the days
hey lady, Im bigger than you and your marching band of
ants with diplomas
if you were a rodeo clown i'd be a bull
and sistah, im seein RED
the clock ticks gang up on me
as I eat my breakfast
I squash them and seconds spill out all over the floor
stationless and blue as hard candy
the dog laps 'em up
I finish my kellogs
with extra sugar
the clock ticks carry a disease
called age
the #one killer of dogs cats worms children
women men pastors senators
actors artists philosophers
ants trees sitcoms worlds stars
Universes mountains down
scientists are busy at a cure as we speak
but they'll be dead soon
stop the clocks; stop the disease, I say
anyone with me? SMASH
the clock ticks feed me to worms
in a little afterlife shuttle witha streamlined
shell and a linen interior
but I like worms
they clean up after those messy ticks with a
natural grace
the clock ticks bring me down
eventually I'm underground
everthing goes underground
and whatevers down there seems to come back up
the clock ticks have a habit of repeating themselves
the dead and buried wont stay down much longer
The clock ticks know my name
theyve seen my houseTheyve used my futon
they like my goldfish
tick spray wont kill 'em
neither will swatters
I might as well give up
sit here on
the couch
with my shotgun
either way it goes I'm not wasting a single minute more
on
the clock ticks
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