Long Day (#1007)

A long day that doesn’t have an end,
Speed up clock, and I’ll be your friend!
Seconds feel like minutes and minutes hours,
The remainder of the day quickly sours,
Like a prisoner pulling at their cell bars,
Like a rock star smashing their guitars,
I’m going stir crazy darn fast,
The time before me feels so very vast,
Let me out! Let me out! I want to go!
Why is this day going so bloody slow?
Come on clock, go ahead and move,
I’m not the only one who’d approve,
Hurry up! Hurry up! I want to leave!
Clock, I beg you for a one-time reprieve!

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