My Time Clock
We check in.
We check out.
Daily we scuttle about.
We have a time clock that consumes us,
And we continually pout.
We do not own our time clock.
We are on our Masters time.
Schedules that consume us are but mere sublime.
Copyright © Robin Maughan | Year Posted 2009
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