I've got the *******
that fellow called time
and I'm goner waste him
as he did waste my time

Oh cruel trickster
to make the latter me
feel complete yet now I fade
how wicked is time, I'm full of rage

Did you think I would not catch you
you horrid jester of fate
I will write like a ******
before all is to late

But before that
I am going to shake the **** out of you
your misdemeanour's in the first degree
make me work for my poetry

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris