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