time get’s no respect
suffers the slurs and complaints
of its equably passing
as it always has
it’s a double insult
the failure to be marked
no gratitude for the constancy
time is not alive
you anthropomorphizing
troglodyte
any more than an edge
of your face against the air
is a little homunculus
scheming
inasmuch as your
intestines lathe
your poop
you are such a
sculptor