Tick Tock
Tick Tock goes my clock.
I'm getting closer to another work day.
Another long day awaits me full of heavy labor activity.
Why must I make a living this way?
I'd much rather be home letting my mind roam
as my creative pen flows with more poetry.
Tick Tock goes my clock.
Time to go. My job awaits me.
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