Clock Suckerd

The clock tics
The tic talks
The Talk sits
The Walk Walks

Tics That talk-those retched parasites
Ruling all Tyranny from architects heights

In the Town square the cryer has gone
Replaced by a robot with three moving arms

Clocks turn life to a ritual and even sing songs
They suck as they tic- to remind us our wrongs

Your late your early for those who count chimes
Walking with dead stares- the working man mimes

Everyone looks listens to the Grandfather Clock
Never hearing their grandmother-in wisdom walks

That old sore who dines on all- thoughts and all actions
Creating every 6 minuts more- 6 cults and 6 factions

A tic for this and numbers talk stats
Leaving warm welcomes replaced with plastic door mats

The hour draws near, the time is running out
Every tic talks the same- a dripping night spout

Twelve numbers, four strokes in between
Leaving just Twelve- For the Biblical theme

Everything counts- not nothing escapes
The hand that sells time, the Devils Ring Wraiths

Clocks are a parasite tic- for even babes veins
What time shall we feed them- as they wax and they wane.

The bell tolls once- and half a time two
It talks to us all- in this mechanical zoo

In city cages we live- not seeing this box
The silent Now it curtains up- with each tics and each tocks

Yesterday is now gone and tomorrow not here
Why is the Now- and not time that you fear?

When I leave from this body leave my clocks on the Pugh
Leave them for those- who know what to do.

Pile them miles high as high as tower Babble
Burn them explode then to stop all this rabble
Let life be free- no permits to travel

Nowarchy is Now- no deadlines to fight
Only lifelines for peace- Sleep day awake night


Nevermore all clocks you see- will only shed light
Merry Now to you all- and to all a good flight