I kill time that wants to live.
I'm not winding you up.
It's time to be alarmed.
Put your hands up, clock.
Tick for no, tock for yes:
did you, or did you not,
carve this frown line between my eyes
while I wasn't looking?
Just because you're up all night
what gives you the right
to dabble moles along my shoulders,
and add glitter to my hair?
Did anyone ask you to introduce me
to your best friend, gravity?
I don't think you understand her situation.
Hands up, clock; stop your idle tock
if you or my waistband moves another inch
you're finished.
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Comments (3)
You are so darned funny. Now i need to have that conversation with my clock. My waistband needs a wake-up call.
Love the humor in this poem 🤗👍🏽
Did anyone ask you to introduce me to your best friend, gravity? Hahahahhahahaha that line was hilarious! Loved your poem!