Friday, January 31, 2014

The Matrix/The Time Farm

They tell you to gather your seconds
Into bundles of thirty-odd thousand,

Tell you you're lucky to pawn them off wholesale,
Tell you it's a marvel of modern convenience
That you have the option to buy them back retail,
Tell you that time's highest potential is money,

But when you're out of dollars and cents
You can usually go back to work.
When you're out of minutes, hours and seconds,
There just simply aren't any more.

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