The Clock

You have got to stick with the clock and give it all that you have got, you have got to hold on to your truth no matter which way you choose. You have got to adhere to the times for your blessings to be divine; you have got to follow the procedures so that you can cross over. You have got to stick to the original plan so that you can partake of the fruit from the land; you have got to walk with dignity in your shoes because you have nothing to lose. The big bright moon stands overhead staring steadfast at the dead; it travels over hills and valleys working its way into the park staring into man’s midnight conscience and forcing the mighty and powerful to surrender in the valley. I have not seen it so bright before as it remains in striking distance from the shore it must be trying to tell you something that something cataphoric is going to happen, pay attention to your beaches and oceans and see which submarine is floating towards the heavens. You have got to stick to the clock and pull down the building blocks; you have got to remove the don men, influencers and abusers from this thing and prevent the family men in fine cut suit and matching shoes suitable to wear to the crown’s dinner for doing damage to this thing. You have got to stick to the clock or you will fall on your back, listen to what the universe is telling you and good luck will follow you. You have got to stick to the clock sand transfer your star player to the international block, you must go back to the negotiation table and do all that is able. You have got to consider all the hours that were put in before and after supper, you have to look at the clock from early morning up to the midnight block, no coffee or tea to wet my throat, no water in the boat and no one to tell me what it is about. You have got to stick to the clock and get the vulnerable people off the island; you have got to stick to the clock so that the devil can turn back. Do not extend the time for the devil to cook up the divine, work with what you have and you will see Miss Trunchbull on the spot. She has worked her way from the Spanish church to school riding on a dead mule and has broken the golden rule when she fell from the stool. Everyone knows the story of her anticipated glory and how the cat’s eyes were dug out of its head and was later found dead. Everyone one knows the story of how all the puppies end up dead except for one puppy that could execute Miss Church's hidden plan; you have got to stick to the clock to get our relationship back on track.