Despair In A ClockmakersMature

I said                                                    

I like a man with a big clock

But you toiled away ignoring my attempts at seduction.

I tried rubbing myself against you

But with one deft movement

You had ripped out the innards of my delicate timepiece

And placing it in my hand

Commented that my pulling mechanism was

Fucked.

The End

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