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Time eats us
Toes and fingers
Clothes and head
Its stomach roars with insane hungers

The hours shout
Dwindle faster
Pauseless, working
Can you not hear them?

Slaves
Never out of earshot
Of their harsh master
Lift a drink and drain it

The sot is not without prestige
No watch gleams from his wrist