Tick tock rhymes the summer clock,
Eternal knock from that endless clock.
Time ticks to pick up sticks and lay
the bricks for the foundation, that clock ticks.
Heat, heat, endless heast; a feat that cannot
be beat by and other flame, remove the sheet
from oneself; oh that summer heat!
When it ends, time doesn't mend the pain that
bends backs out of beds but doesn't lend a
helping hand to fend off a plethora of "sends";
Nay, we are not friends but we will part and make
amends for plans next year.
Did you hear? Give me your ear so I can tell
of the fear of losing the freedom and back
to books, those gaudy crooks who give those
looks and move their rooks into position to
finally strike down and exclaim "checkmate" so
I can claim my check, mate.
Alas it comes to pass and I sit on my ass,
trudge to class, oh what a gas!
These sharks can bark and will, mark these words.
In the shallows they will prey waiting for a stray,
one who almost got away but tripped by the bay.
Shame, she will not have final say.
So it goes into the night, like some sort
of MMA fight, and try as you might with all
of your might, but the light will be off.
Dust the mites off your shoes and take note
of the eve as its leave is well overdue.
So away we go as that blasted clock
continues its eternal click tick tock.

08/04/2011

Posted on 08/30/2011
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