Tick Tock Tick Tock

Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock... (Aye apologize for straying way outside thee usual canon - a poetic souffle, boot desperation finds me cent less, Thus i pray for divine intercession, this may day call sent out, far chump change moo nay (near zero dollars in checking account) this near crack 'o dawn to rescue me - okay? ---------------------------------- aye yie yie, aye ham awake at two o'cock in the morning ye yie yie, aye ham awake at three o'cock in the morning ye yie yie, aye ham awake at four o'cock in the morning keenly aware of major appliances conversing ad-hoc no doubt conspiring to sock this dirt poor dada directly in ma keister, where i take flight amidst a flock of seagulls honking at my unintentional "FAKE" chutzpah to block their instinctual migratory path from swift tailored kick in the buttock as iterated above from energy guzzling electricity trapping shock king lee vengeful Peco powered accouterments, whence this air born papa chock full of anxiety, asper no where to turn and jock key for getting, perhaps stealing myself as a stowaway aboard an unattended ship at dock or as a las resort resort to a life of crime with deliberate intent, where "the fuzz" take me to lock up, no way most certainly not a place to sing sing about, and most likely end up a scape goat kid ding lee bullied a knock on me noggin will find me seeing mock believe stars, which warrants emergency medical treatment by "Spock" of star trek fame, whose Vulcan antidotes wok like a charm and find me well on the Scottish peck road less traveled, which sends me Bach to the future, where i encounter my pluperfect self (barely recognizable richly adorned other self), with many a golden lock compared to mine limp hair resembling plastered schlock.