Bad Dope
Tick tick tick tick tick tick,
tock tock tock talk talk talk.
As hard as I try, this
rhythm won't stop.
I beg and I cry, but
the clock won't comply.
I have twelve different questions, but
get the same old reply.
And the medicine, I take,
to cure this disease,
just adds to the problem.
Enhancing unease.
Copyright © Robert Burke | Year Posted 2014
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