Old writing. Copy paste screwed up format

Friday, October 15,2004                   
                     Dead End Job      
     The clock on the wall                  is laughing at me                                 moving impossibly slow                                  prolonging my misery                                        (Like a fly in amber)        
             I’ve come to hate                  it’s stark white face                          the sadistic servant of Time             with dragging-footstepped pace                       
      (golden and sleepy)
Time so slow                                     and yet so fast                                   mocking all the while                      minutes creep, but years fly past                        (imprisoned and static forever)


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