The Clock Ticks

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The Clock Ticks

The clock ticks Going on slowly. When I put my head To the desk A hissing sound erupts From the generator Below. Papers on floors And desks, Marked up with ink, With words that look like Scribble. Ink words unfocused. I'm in the back Sitting in that hissing desk, Feet planted On the uniform school floor. Watching the clock tick Away, Endlessly. I put so much effort into the paper That is on my desk with ink That looks like scribble. Effort I wish I was like This clock ticking Going around and around Without Effort.