This Is A Run Out The Clock Situation
He is biding his time
And each across or down solved,
Between the hours of nine and five,
Is another minute dissolved.
With a roll of the eyes,
A sigh released between lips,
Another whine will be ignored
And a day slowly slips.
He simply does his job
And won’t deal with nonsense,
But eats annual confections
While waits for a year past tense.
Minute by long minute,
Day overlapping long day,
Year, after year, after long year,
He will bide his time away.