The Man That Time Forgot

Poetry about Time

Time is relative
My relatives have no time
Tick-Tock, motherfucker
I’ll be whichya in a New York Minute

Death has no clock
When it is your time
Well, it’s your time
Can’t buy more of it

Ticking and Tocking
Sclepping and Rocking
Working and Jerking
To Stinking and Rotting

Leave it all behind, baby
Ain’t got the time, lady
Beat the clock, brother
Where have all the good times gone, mother?

YOLO, my ass
Carpe Diem, morass
Take too much? Harass
Time has no map, no compass

Tick, Tick, Tick
Sick, Sick, Sick
Quick, Quick, Quick
Kick, Kick, Kick

The Bucket