Tick, tock. Tick, Tock.
Five O'Clock alarm clock rock.
Shampoo for beard. Toothpaste for teeth.
Breakfast I'm not real psyched to eat.
Switch for light, and lock for room,
and job I'm glad is ending soon.
It's time to go prepare for class,
To answer questions they won't ask.
After that, it's time to teach,
To hear them practice what I preach,
Or rather, what I read aloud.
Then back to traffic, back to crowds
Of senseless cars on thin roadways.
Nothing important happened today.
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