Tick, tick, tick
The hands of the clock
Continue to rock mockingly
As if a trick

Tick, tick, tick
Each moment passes
With new trespasses brassly
Sharp as a prick

Tick, tick, tick
Not only on the wall
But starts small quietly
Slow and slick

Tick, tick, tick
Common small talk
Makes me fall inwardly
Almost sick

Tick, tick, tick
A felling that grows
Your body knows intimately
An automatic click

Tick, tick, tick
It’s all you can think
Leaving you on the brink tenderly
Wavering candle wick

Tick, tick, tick
Taking up all the room
Like a sonic boom loudly
Drop the brick

Tick, tick, tick
Will it ever end
Or am I to bend weakly
Break with a snick

Tick, tick, tick
The ticking of a clock
Wanting to rock quietly
Pass with a flick

Tick, tick, tick
The natural desire
To be a sire quickly
Back with a kick

Tick, tick, tick
Will it ever stop
Or will I romp sadly
A hen with no chick