Poems for the Toilet: A Lovely Little Satire

A Timely Address to Time

A Timely Address to Time

Time ticks

Without your asking

As you sit

And travel minute to minute

And phase to phase

Seeing everything

But knowing nothing you see

It is time that haunts you

Yet its absence daunts you

You sometimes wish

Time should not exist

Yet you wish it could be

Infinite

Time gives little care

To whether you pick it flowers

Or scream sickly at the hours,

"Why do you treat me so rudely,

With your power you eat me too crudely,"

But even as you do

Whatever you feel as though you do

Time ticks

And ticks imprudently

There I was, walking forth speedily

My clothes warm and thick

As though the sun did not

Create an inferno of my stroll

Rudely entering my eyes

Without the slightest knock on the door

And still I found myself near my destination

Knowing I would be there,

But still could never reach it from where,

I was walking

It ran just at my pace

Spitting light in my face

As it escaped me with every passing second

Still, I found I was there

Standing just before the door

And had no memory of my journey

It had fled me, reached my learning

As though I'd read a page of the paper

And upset myself that it was blank

Time ticks again

And you have to look

Gaze at every nook

And do as you please

When you get where you need

And your memory flees

Time still ticks

Even on your journey home

And you will never receive

That rudeness

From that same time again

If you give it your request

You will put it to the test

Of how it might reverse your will

Yet still time ticks

Even if you think about it not

It will come right back

Perhaps when it finds you hot

And melt away your slack

Time ticks so meticulously

And so incredibly rudely

Time ticks