The grinning clock, my nemisisRests 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 puppetsAs is that yet to be.Accepts no bribes and grants no favors;Only heLaughs 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 feelSo kill him I must,Though, have I done it too often?If only I were to find you!
agreed..times a bitch..i oddly pictured an angry man in a bondage costume when i read this..weeeird lol