Favorite clock
Sitting waiting for an answer
To a question never asked
Waiting for a bright white lantern
To shine on me and end the act
It wasn't written in the script
That I’ll always get beat down
The joke of every scene and skit
Always getting played around
Lying down and feeling downer
Looking at the ceiling fan
Sinking deeper by the hour
Everything fell out of plan
They sold me lies and I bought all
I bought and horded all their stock
I hung them all around my wall
I even moved my favorite clock
Until one day they disappeared
I sat in my empty room
For this is just what I had feared
My favorite place is now my tomb