‘Low Clocks' Time-travelling laughter that jeers and mocks Equals wasted lives of years spent docked From waiting in vain to get off the blocks To rotting in silence at the bus stop And dry delirium that concedes headlock To sickly sadness; heart broken; soul squashed Doctors rely on hope on the rocks Pharmaceutical companies think it's 'hot'.
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