Bug-Eyed Bobble Head

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

the blur of time

Bug-eyes on a swivel stare at what surely be a lie,
At the demonic clock doing its Linda Blair
 
Impressions, I tell you, I've tried,
But the whirling hands just don't care
 
If you understand or if you don't,
They're time flies, you're a bobble head
 
On a swivel, staring at, looking away, won't
Change anything; warning meter is pegged to red
 
Remember when young, time standing still?
Yeah, now it's a rocket-sled out of control,
 
Won't slow down for shit, blurring is run-of-the-mill, 
It's the phantom shooter on the grassy knoll
 
A disproved conspiracy theory, a rumor at best,
Yet how else to explain it's flying by so quick?
 
It's unbelievable and a veritable reamage fest
Left holding the manure-fouled end of the stick!
 
 
 
 
 
 


Submitted: December 16, 2020

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hullabaloo22

Ano excellent description of time, Mike.

Wed, December 16th, 2020 8:33pm

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Thank you, Hull, and I knew what you meant

Wed, December 16th, 2020 1:05pm

hullabaloo22

That was meant to say 'An'. Sorry.

Wed, December 16th, 2020 8:34pm

Penny Scribe

Unique images for the passing of time, Mike. You are very creative.

Wed, December 16th, 2020 8:40pm

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Thank you, Penny

Wed, December 16th, 2020 1:06pm

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