Out Damn Clock


Alas, the brand new clock I’d bought

Soon prompted my dismay,

For twelve o’clock was blinking

On its digital display.

My boss would soon discredit

My occasion to be late:

An electrical malfunction

I could not substantiate.


I called him on the telephone

And told him what transpired–

I told him I was sorry

And he told me I was fired.

I smashed the clock and cut myself

And in the trash it flew;

They say that time can heal wounds,

But it can make them, too.

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