That second hand

Who keeps it spinning

Is he a cheetah or a sloth

A beam of light or a slug

When I was younger

He and I agreed

But now he’s out to get me

He’s not in a hurry at all

And so I wait and wait and wait

I’m angry with this guy

And he must know it

Or else he’s taking his break now

And has divorced himself

From caring at all about it