An Ode To My Pc
You make the minutes dribble
Down the meanderings of time
First drizzling
Then dripping
In dribs and drabs
Then dropping
In driblets
That drain the hours
And drown the days
And I
With my drowsy eyes
My drifting mind
And shaking hand
Turn a deaf ear
To the hue and cry
To the whys
And the wherefores
of your fatal lure
For I have no time
To let go of you
And live my life
As you have already
eaten it up
Copyright © Lama Atoui | Year Posted 2022
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