The Clock

The Clock

A Poem by Keeley
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This is NOT a satire. This is really about an actual clock!

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The clock on the desk

has become my worst enemy.

With each wasted minute,

it loudly tells me so.

It seems that

as I race against time,

it only goes faster.

And on the weekends,

when the activity and life as we know it,

dies down,

the clock only goes slower.

The clock on the desk

has become my mortal enemy.

It must go.

It must die.

1-29-2008

© 2008 Keeley


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Keeley
Keeley

Marietta, GA



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