Tick tock,
the mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
and they were done.
tick tock,
the time was up.
drugs trumped,
and economy dropped.
Tick tock,
said the clock.
The time's up.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
