by Cynthia Echeme

Created on: October 14, 2009

It is ticking:
The ticking of the clock.
To tell the time:
The long awaited time,
A tell -tale time.
For the father -mockers
And the mother - mockers
To fume and fool around.
Fooling themselves foul.
And to start sucking;
Sucking themselves silly.

In merriment, they'll be mobbed;
In their fun, they'll be frozen;
In their theft, they'll be towed;
And in their deceit, they'll be dethroned.

For it shall rain!
And it shall shower!
The people are waiting!
Waiting for a new dawn.
To eat bountifully again,
And to laugh heartily again.

It's truly time!
Time for them to drink;
Drinking to drunkenness;
From drunkenness to doom.
Time for them to moan.
Yes, in ecstasy!
And to groan in agony!

What a bitter -sweetness!
Their doom and their death!
Their fun and their funeral!
Yes, it's high time!
Truly high time!
The devourers stewed in their own juice!

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