Time
Time is peculiar. It's not linear but like a marble that rolls.
The other day my time ran out and, calling itself a circle inside of a hole said to me, "you're a mole."
And without explanation or any due reason it ran out, straight out the back door!
I tripped and flipped, I even learned parkour, yet I could never catch this Time back
Devastated slid back home I placed my head on the floor
looking sideways upon the world, my I swear I saw time right there
Looking down on me it was smiling
But when I got up to hug it
left me again.
This Time had indecisive feelings indeed!
For it pecked me on the cheek and ran out it's true. And would you believe it--
While leaving Time took its papers all of them
To declare from me a proclamation of emancipation!
My indeed!
I was quite offended yes after it I flicked, but ended again back home
And so I, placing my head on the tilted floor,
Placed a marble on the plywood floor, giving it a go i said i call you time and
I flicked it to spin it
But it didn't spin, it didn't move at all but screech past a weave-like frame upon the floor.
It was offended
Called the floor water and started to roll a good-ways away
I was quite confused, how can you roll in water when the frame is netted?
I made you i said Stop i said stop
And so the marble it spit on my face and called me a fascist
I was quite offended and so i called my friend Jarret
I asked him
what do i do if i lose my marbles when i only had the one?
He told me he said get new ones
Banished me to the forest said find the hole
I said no, but Jarret he said it's all a hole he said find the big one shaped like a marble it'll claim to be a circle
I said no Jarret wait,
But he left me to deal with some frequency.
So that now I'm here,
On the abyss of the marble floor where a skewed azule calls me a foal
Or a fool
I can't really tell.
And to this story,
There's no more
But to this story
There was no point
But to tie your tongue in a most peculiar knot
So that now you have no choice but to clip it straight off!