PoemBased
05-19-2007, 02:06 AM
The grinning clock, my nemisis
Rests his hands in empty pockets.
"Work you damn beatnik!"
Cackles and laughs, cackles and laughs;
Staring down with that conniving grin.
Never your friend, true.
The murdering bastard.
Slaver to us all,
Always waiting for him, always chasing him.
Even forever and infinity his property,
All existance his puppets
As is that yet to be.
Accepts no bribes and grants no favors;
Only he
Laughs and cackles, laughs and cackles.
Cracking his whip; and cracking his grin.
Sadistic and cynical brat.
How carelessly he plays with his toys,
Curse you, "beseech you,
Hurry!" Deaf and mute.
Scorned I feel
So kill him I must,
Though, have I done it too often?
If only I were to find you!
Rests his hands in empty pockets.
"Work you damn beatnik!"
Cackles and laughs, cackles and laughs;
Staring down with that conniving grin.
Never your friend, true.
The murdering bastard.
Slaver to us all,
Always waiting for him, always chasing him.
Even forever and infinity his property,
All existance his puppets
As is that yet to be.
Accepts no bribes and grants no favors;
Only he
Laughs and cackles, laughs and cackles.
Cracking his whip; and cracking his grin.
Sadistic and cynical brat.
How carelessly he plays with his toys,
Curse you, "beseech you,
Hurry!" Deaf and mute.
Scorned I feel
So kill him I must,
Though, have I done it too often?
If only I were to find you!