Clockwork

there's a clockwork mechanism

ticking in my mind

who wants to come and induce

idiosyncrasy.

there's a clockwork mechanism

ticking in my brain

who wants to prevent me

from being cold and crazy.

and i obey,

as i am not a smelly fuck, with one condition:

i can break the ticking clock tocking sticking

to my head now and then,

play with tarot cards and worship playing cards,

eat chocolate and drink soda pop

and above all be dirty and sordid,

all while being clean and moral.