I hold flame in my left hand
and all I see is flickering
I turn it from your superior face
but I still hear the snickering
Of all the things that make time drag
sitting still is first
And of all things I've ever loathed
your face is the worst
And yet I sit here longer still
watching that dull clock
Dwelling on the things you teach
The drip of waste into the crock
I'll get up and go away
but you'll just sit there grinning
You don't know that you're in hell
for your constant sinning
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Written April 6th, 2006
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