School

Tick tock, tick tock

Oh, how that retched clock chimes with an aweful tick tock,

Even when noise swells throughout the room, there is an increase in the sound of that horrid clock with its grueling tick tock,

Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, all made longer by that demonic tick tock,

I continue towards insanity as I'm forced into a small, windowless room with that increasingly cruel clock and its terrible tick tock,

After every class comes another and another where I will continue to suffer at the hands of time and its evil tick tock,

One day down the next twelve years to go, never will I be sane thanks to that hellish tick tock.

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