I’ve got three words.
Words that might not be nice,
They might keep you up.
Though there’s no reason why they should offend you.
They aren’t close to what you might think.
Time may stand still when you find out.
The days before, you may long for now.
The amount of thought it will take,
To finally understand,
Why I’ll keep writing when the day is done.
Might be overwhelming.
Don’t call during work hours,
Because you might get caught
With your hands in the bucket.
Will time look like the sea?
Or is the clock now broken?
Three words,
                  Tu es phoqué
Stranded in the world,
Teach them what you know.
Take your knowledge to the other side.
They might be glad.
Then again,
Not everyone deserves to be welcomed.