Oh, to turn back time
A wish that all have
Standing in empty parking lots
As Chevy Impalas run towards setting suns-

-Bespoke of fetid misery wafting from the bloated corpse

Place fingers to Mickey Mouse arms;
Spinning them on titanium axis,
Praying to watch the sunrise again,
Feeling wrinkles pull taut,
And see those majestic beasts return

But 'ol Mickey keeps on waving-
His smile holds no warmth
One finger upturned and moving clockwise

We're all moving clockwise

...tick tick ticking away