Time drains its pockets staring at flies
wasting itself is the least of its fears
lost in the tangle of tired foreign sighs.

Not savvy enough for these ricochet replies;
conversation too tight for its loose blushing ears,
Time drains its pockets staring at flies.

Both ears 'given up, its left with two eyes
relieved at the sight of occasional CHEERS!
Lost in the tangle of tired foreign sighs.

This turn of events caught all three hands by surprise-
hasn't had this much trouble in all of its years-
Time drains its own pockets staring at flies.

While the winged black patrons sip on pools twice their size
the clock dwells on stale tabs, lost phones, and spilt beer
lost in the tangle of tired foreign sighs.

The minutes and seconds ******* help if they tried,
and each stroke makes things worse: the hours just jeer.
Time drains its own pockets staring at flies
lost in the tangle of tired foreign sighs.