Toil. Boil. Trouble. Yah.

“Hey could you…

would you…

might.”

Nice, twice dismissed.

Do this for me or twist.

Best get to steppin’

time not on your side

but mine, always mine.

It rolls down hill…

I’ll be the last to go.

Just so you know.

~~~

Submitted as part of Jingle’s Potluck Poetry – Dictatorship, Autocracy and Despotism

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