From: Me To: Time

Dear Time,

Tick tock tick tock tick

Is all you ever will do

But why? all it does is make me sick

Enough already I'm fed up with you

Either you tick too fast or tick too slow

Never will you bring me happiness

As you take your time you make me low

But once you race I feel madness

Let us end this and come together as a joint

Before I present to you with a nasty crime

So you ask what is my point?

My point, you are never on time!

But maybe I am the mistaken one

For you over power us all

Before I know it my life will be done

In the end you will defeat me and I will fall

So for now on, I will have my fun

                                                                                                   Thank you for your time,

                                                                                                                                      -Kevin

 

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