The clock is running But time is up Times have been churning Enough is enough Together so long I say to this place Forever be gone Standing in dismay I look for the love But it's far to late Went away like a dove That just hit a large gate Falling to shatter Your hand in mine only wish that matters Is the wish to turn time.
No, but off topic doesn't need to be a haven for terrible poetry. I can definitely write poetry that would slam you, but I was told to be nice.
Work is such a bore. I decided to call it quits. For its I who sees no intentions of the position of value that consist of labor hardship, I will never get sore. I'm not questionable towards the deception of stupidity. Nothing beats free time. A time to do nothing, a time to catch up some serious sleep. I will be sitting in a hammock free of work and I'll be sucking off the rest of those limes. I will drive a jeep. That's the only way to get bye. Lazy is the only thing I see. I'm a human being living in a slacker mortality. It's not of course hostility. Sleep sleep oh just slack it up. Shut the blinds and fall back to sleep, jump into the bed covers. For its all I ever dream someday...