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Clock-Tock – Poem

Clock-Tock

One would think that people watching is exciting, instead, it’s fleeting.

That one perfect meeting

Dog eat dog

We’re all beating

to defend, to conquer

Working class

Among the mass

Driving force

Get to the main source

Expand

Create a brand

Offer a helping hand

Sleep

Into the ground

Buried under a mound

A circle is round

The water was high

This is no lie

Die

Sleep

Recreate

Mate, fate, date

All over again

Wound.

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Just look at the clock

© S.M.D. Writing