Landing everywhere, everyplace
leeches, of the clocks
Seconds, minutes, hours, dear
and no, they never knock
Vile, are these denizens
corpses, cadavers, remains
not picky and/or discreet
by any call, or name
A plague, a blight, a pestilence
alight on yours, and mine
feeding, eating, years go by
the flies, that feed, on time
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
Landing everywhere, everyplace
leeches, of the clocks
Seconds, minutes, hours, dear
and no, they never knock
Vile, are these denizens
corpses, cadavers, remains
not picky and/or discreet
by any call, or name
A plague, a blight, a pestilence
alight on yours, and mine
feeding, eating, years go by
the flies, that feed, on time
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