how tempting and near irresistible
tuff hind me (an ordinary schlemiel)
gaze drawn to analog or digital clock
chronograph constantly staring me back
from any electronic gizmo permanent at dock
at my poetic side of the moon, where try as I might
to wrench letting thine myopic eyes alight and flock
affixed to time piece glaring at this mwm adamant
to become reminded of the passage ad hoc
hours and minutes, essentially a contrived
modus operandi integrated forsaking those jock
king keys within western civilization countless
hundreds years ago prescient insightful outliers,
did fob Jew list lee lock
kit up present, whence practitioners of infant science,
where Rabbi\'s didst mock
(uttering mox nix to meshugana
handy dandy blues clues tinkerers ironed out nock
with an arrow poised to strike bullseye as precision
got perfected vis a vis dis cover for prefects pock
who devised a system to partition planetary revolution
of earth around the tilted axis; affected, devised, perfected
refined,contrivances to allocate equitable quotidian blocks
as dawn to dusk requisitioned some paradigm
to systematize how to know where to rendezvous
for risqué monkey business or maintain favorable rapport
with an employee, though prior to precision crafted timekeepers,
an innate sense inherent within madding crowds
whose knead to acquire the basic commodities
slowly manifested into a more definitive precision
crafted gizmos as the natural circadian
sleep and wake cycles rhythm co opted
into forced system necessitating imposition on body electric
when advent of industrialization mandated
a work force to be jostled awake by town hall clangorous chimes
revving generic speedy Gonzalez to high tail their derriere
at manufacturer lest bread winner replaced by another eager desperado
to escape becoming DIRT POOR,
but pocket just enough legal tender to survive
a hardscrabble existence incessant inquiry
per the most asked question (ass hide from how big iz your cock)
turns upon the matter where space/time continuum
hums along with a silent tick tock
as if stone deaf, yet impossible to avoid the imprimatur
where air tight schedules disallow any wiggle room
inducing this ass spire ring Telly Tubby – Tinky-Winky wannabe)
accidentally bumping into Boobas, and while at a standstill
drops the urgent question \"What time is it?\",
without pausing to reflect what thee is and/or it iz comprende?