Poe-tic

Keeping time, time, time,

          In a sort of Runic rhyme,

            To the throbbing of the bells—

          Of the bells, bells, bells—

            To the sobbing of the bells;

          Keeping time, time, time,

            As he knells, knells, knells,

          In a happy Runic rhyme,

            To the rolling of the bells—

          Of the bells, bells, bells—

            To the tolling of the bells,

      Of the bells, bells, bells, bells—

              Bells, bells, bells—

  To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Hear the ticking and the tocking

Of the clocks, so rudely mocking,

All our lives, lives, lives;

They produce their steely knives,

Then they stab the one who thrives,

All the knocking and the squawking,

And the victims’ bodies locking,

To the times of their lives—

Of their lives, lives, lives—

Of their lives, lives, lives, lives, lives—

Lives, lives—

Of their silly-billy, frilly times and lives!

She with condescension seems,

To have muddled up her dreams,

With the putrid stress and knowledge of her bills!

For the bills pile up,

They o’erflow her spilling cup,

And with statutory memes,

She unveils her payment schemes,

To pay her bills! Pay her bills—

Pay her bills, bills, bills—

Pay her bills, bills, bills, bills, bills—

Bills, bills—

All her time and life was spent with

Paying bills!