An odd sort of Poetry · vice and all her ailments

I don’t have the time

4.23.18

Nobody has the time anymore
To live,
To be alive:
Nobody has the time.

I always wear my watch;
I paid good money for it
But
I still don’t have the time.

It’s no matter though
Because
Very few ask for the time anyway
Which is good
-I suppose-
Because
Like I said:
I just don’t have it

It is 10:22 in the evening
But I don’t have the time

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