Tick Tock

Deadline

There is so much blah

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And the clock is getting ruder

tick, Tick, TICK

No, not that clock

Fuck that forever

Heaped pressures of the pack

That game is crap

On a bloody drum
This clock beats days

It counts us down

To the final gun

RF 2018

Here's a poem, a new poem. It has a swear word in it for which I make no apology. I don't use swear words in poems very much but that is probably mostly due to the fact that I have been raising a child for the past 17 or so years and most of us use fewer swear words around children (and when you do that those words sort of drop out of your vocabulary for a while). But that child is very nearly 18... so the language is relaxing a little more every day. And sometimes a swear word is just the one you are looking for.

I have also been using more punctuation in poems in the past few years but I often find it infuriating so I was glad to ditch it (or take a holiday from it anyway) for this poem. I make no apology for that either.