The Watch

Irritation.

 

The Watch

Justin Guidroz

 

Now you wake up

to sing a happy tune!

Your hands up in glee

pointing at ten and three.

Your transparent face is scarred

but to no matter,

for now the time has come to ye,

beep and bloop to me!

My eyes rise up and look to see

your hands pointing at ten and three.

My voice quibbles in anger as I scream

at your singing, chirping alarm.

“Leave me be!

It’s three ten in the afternoon!”

Reviews

[Fear Corrupts!]

Ha ha ha.
This is a great read, light.

[ Fear Corrupts! ]