the good guys, or, i wanted to destroy time one night

there's a good fairy who goes around at night,

turning off all the alarm clocks.

if everyone wakes late, then no one can get

distraught or stressed or worried or tired.

people don't want to thank this good fairy

on the grounds of responsibility or moral obligation

(they think time is important to function)

but everyone is grateful, at least once, in their sleep.

(time is less necessary than they believe it to be.)

this fairy works for the gentlemen

who put grandfather clocks to sleep.

the clocks have outstayed their welcome, and

take up valuable space that could be used for something productive,

like a window.

most of the time, no one notices when

the grandfather clocks go silent.

there are children working also, to

decimate wristwatches.

some people have separation anxieties with time

and these children ensure that

the unhealthy people who support wristwatches

have other things to do with their hands

than turn them over and worry about time.

a special force has been recruited to

demolish big ben.

he is visible across london

just in case someone managed to escape from the influence

of alarm clocks and grandfather clocks and wristwatches.

this special force is aware of the minor withdrawals that

people will endure

for an ultimately healthy lifestyle

free from worry and exhaustion

because the good fairy did an excellent job

of going around at night

turning off all the alarm clocks.

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