The Imperfections
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Ruined concentrating silence.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Tiny noises sound like giants.
Round. Round. Round.
Going up instead of down.
Round. Round. Round.
Never should a nine be found.
Tick.Tick. Tick.
Never ending agony.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Someone stop it; help me please.
Round. Round. Round.
Please no line to look like one.
Round. Round. Round.
Zeros are perfect, just look at 'em.
The ticking clocks, and 99's
They wreck my mood assured.
But, what makes me cry to be free
Is when my voice is not heard.
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