Tick, tock, goes the
clock,
Your futures in your hands.
Tick, tock, goes the
clock,
It’s time to be a man.
Tick, tock goes the
clock,
They say we’ve got it easy,
but tick, tock, goes the
clock,
And this pressure’s got me queasy.
editors note:
By golly, that Master’s Degree better pay off with the big bucks – unless it’s an MFA, in which case, keep writing and submitting and starving, but feeling good about your art. Yeah! Love artists! – mh