Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick
I pointedly do not look at a clock
Knowing it will urge me
To go into a direction I am not eager for
The couch crooks a finger
Enticing me to sit but I have been there too much
You like to draw, a voice whispers
I pick up a pencil and draw a frenzied scene
wild woman wearing stilettos, her hair crazy loose
She is not magical enough
Where are these thoughts coming from?
I hear the sharp tick of the clock
It is amazingly annoying now
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
I realize that this incessant ticking
is what urged me to give this woman wild hair
What is up?
I glare at the man
annoyed more than ever
tick tick tick tick tick tick
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