Tick, tock, goes the clock!
Hand waving in waiting air, whereabouts the winery is whining
Of ocular opining
About asking an anchovie
If it inspires the idea to idiomatically and interestingly
Decapitate it in its destitute, delirious
State of simple salutations
To the terrible, traumatizing, tricksy world of life,
And tick, tock, goes the clock,
Since it's time to bring down the knife.
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