Sta.sh
Let's turn
Around to see
the Clock
To go round
and round
But it seems
that the time
has been stolen
By who
We never know
In school it seems so hopeless
To believe that someone has stolen
the time away from us
The Clock just hangs there
on the fine cracked wall
Right beside the gigantic chalkboard
And behind the Lady Teacher who wears a
beautiful Tee of the Wall
All I can think of, instead of numbers and syllabuses
is how Clowns treat time
And why People
Love to be there on time
As well as Rabbits.
Why does a Rabbit even need time?
It just eats carrots and gets hunted down by
huntsmen who stutter.
Why do I keep making references
That are quite obvious
to the peeps, who read this.
Mayhaps it could be
that I want to set something
fantasy in this.
Oughta not believing
in the color of blue
and the fine hair of
a blonde child's head.
Or was it brown?
Or either black?
The Artist doesn't know
and so we don't either.
I might as well say
that I am a certain clown.
That makes a fool out of myself
to make people believe my mask.
My beautiful mask, it seems so real.
But it shall be shattered when they know me
Stripes of a Zebra
Why has it become such
a symbol?
Of being a girl.
Or being victorian in some way
I mayhaps don't follow up into my history knowledge
All I know is that peeps keep referencing
to children's story
that is not meant to be
dark.
How come it is so dark all of a sudden?
Is it to destroy the childhood for themselves?
Looking at the Clock again,
it seems that it has been gotten back now.
The Teacher with the Wall Tee turns back to us and says:
'Don't forget to play!
After all. We are just tall children,
even though you feel like a grown up.'
Then we leave the school like hardworking people in the world.
But what would the world be
Without the hardworking?
As my ol' mother said:
"Why dreaming about being something fantasalicaly?
There's no need to more childhood in the working world.
Also, I need your help and your presence.'
"But Ma," I would say.
"You are talking about fantasy, but it seems that yourself are living in one.
Especially, when you throw stuff out of my window, you dimwitted woman"
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Also, yay for the random obvious references!