that’s the sound of my loudmouth clock.
Digital numbers pushing, bullying, controlling, telling me to be on time,
Relax and I’ll tell ya what inspired the crime.
Seconds, minutes, hours—none of it ever mattered to me,
So I went on a time killing spree.
Weeks, months, years…all gone—it just had to be.
Drive-by stomped an innocent wristwatch with my lethal shoe,
that’s when a little bird told me I was cuckoo.
Supposed to be in class. Nope. No way. Not gonna happen. Just sat their on my lazy ass and earned my master’s degree in chill—
because I had way too much time to kill.
Two hands goin’ round n’ round,
Same old, same old story. Forever. Never profound.
Morning alarm buzzed and awoke my mental concussion.
Solution: hit the snooze button.