Rotten Clock

It wasn’t right
None of it was
But the clock kept ticking

Ticking, ticking, ticking,
On the tick tickeddy tick of that
Clock clokeddy clock went

Tick
Tock
The brain won’t stop
Tick
Tock
The body rots

It was wretched in the end
and no space
NO SPACE
could tolerate it’s rancour

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