Night is coming down
Bombing highly
The day,
there is the tempo
Abrupt as music
Hurting the head
About the hours,oh well
I guess these clocks are just mad,
Hating the young
These f*****g clocks
I could eat like omlet
But who’s laying
This crazy eggs?
crazy clocksA Poem by EdFutinski
© 2008 EdFutinski |
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