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| Badger Promotions Badger Poetry | CLOCKWORK MONKEY. In the thunderstorm of silence, Surplus to requirements, I can count the hours, and the minutes, and the seconds.... I can think a curved line straight, and a circle to a square, I can face defeat with a strong victorious stare, I can hear the shadows, and the moving of the air... Cannot make you care, Cannot make you care. In the darkness of electric light, Wound my spring up far too tight, I'm a ticking clockwork monkey, simply banging on my drum... I can rerun all the rows, search for maybes and some how's, Live for yesterday, not now, Cannot make you care, Cannot make you care. In the crowd of introspection, Waiting for some recollection, That will show how this perfection simply slipped right through my hands, I'm aware that something's died, festered away down deep inside, Too chicken shit for suicide, though that's always there... I can sit and contemplate, I can cry and masturbate... Find a million ways to hesitate, Cannot make you care, Cannot make you care. |