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the clock ticked
and it tocked
and it smirked
as it mocked
all the sick
and the lost
of this bleak
little rock
so the sick
in their shock
hid in pits
from the clock
as it kicked
and it knocked
at the brick
of their shops
next it picked
the small locks
it unhitched
those weak blocks
which protect
one's life stock
all time left
for this walk
then it nicked
and it chopped
at each wick
man’s own clock
it was quick
like a hawk
as it snipped
and it docked
but the p***k
of a clock
done with tricks
and with crocks
felt its tick
and its tock
start to crick
start to slog
yet the slick
little clock
could not fix
could not stop
the dull clicks
of his cogs
his last tick
his last tock.
- by mold_cloud |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/06/2008 |
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- Title: The Clock
- Artist: mold_cloud
- Description: This is a reworking of my poem, "The Clock". It's a poem about time and its vicious destruction of everything, including itself. It's done to sound like the tick-tock of a clock. All grammar is left out on purpose to keep the tick-tock going.
- Date: 09/06/2008
- Tags: clock time poem anapaest anapest
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Comments (2 Comments)
- pink phosphorus - 01/04/2010
- clever....one of the only poems around here that i can give 5 stars....great job.
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- RaInBoW cOoL fIsH - 09/06/2008
- your good at rhyming although i dont really understand it
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