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Click hereTick-Tock, tick-tock
whirs the clock
Untroubled by any man‘s will
but ogled by every man’s eye
time stands still
as seconds fly by
Ick-Ock, ick-ock
stirs the cock
there comes along the suited ape
who calls himself nature’s prime
aroused on sight of any shape
instantly, since ancient time
Knick-Knock, knick-knock
lift the frock
what’s beneath the shell?
the hunter ever since!
who cannot spell
but makes them wince
Hick-Hock, hick-hock
wants a flock
fruits all over on display
in fancy wraps, stockpiled tight
next to cores cast away
tossed aside, after just one bite
Dick-Dock, dick-dock
harem livestock
grabbed and shed in back room deals
to feed the never sated, well-fed pest
broken dreams in concrete heels
that wished to run, but cannot rest
Sick-Sock, sick-sock
trips over rock
what goes around? A sleaze!
what comes around? The past!
As he falls to his knees
dominance withers fast
Pick-Pock, pick-pock
bears a mock
the dickhead whines, “Ma’am,
it must be understood,
I cannot change what I am,
the treadmill is driven by the brotherhood.”
Tick-Tock, tick-tock
whirs the clock
time to turn the page
pristine, letters to be written
prospects of a new age
with every one to fit in?