Poem 27|Rooster clock

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Rooster clock

Stuck in a routine
Purposeless existence without a worth to be seen
Like a criminal in a prison so grim
Stuck in the box, sad little rooster clock
Bound with eternity without seeing the rest of its flock

Crowing, pecking in a square corner full of filth
W

aiting for time to pass by
Yearning for the day when its time to die

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