The Existence Drone
Time croaks
like broken alarm clocks
and aged bull frogs.
Life seems to be some monotonous joke,
finding just the right time
for God to pop out through the clouds
and greet us with amused laughter
explaining the awkwardly extensive trials
we've long been facing.
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