“Clocks” by Thomas Z Lukoma

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I got clocks for sale in my shoes, maybe that’s why I wear size fifteen.  I got clocks for sale in my shoes.  Maybe that’s why I’m stuck on this booze.  I got clocks for sale in my shoes, maybe that’s just the life that I choose.

I got clocks for sale in my shoes.  Can somebody tell me the time?  I got clocks for sale in my shoes, maybe that’s why I feel so fine.  I got clocks for sale in my shoes, I choose booze because they labeled me crazy.  I got clocks for sale in my shoes, most people think I’m just lazy.

I got clocks for sale in my shoes, I remember how it felt to lose . . . both at the same time, clocks tell me the time was then but all I remember is now and their tortured faces . . . I got clocks for sale in my shoes . . . while some people spend the day at the races.  I got clocks for sale in my shoes, that’s why some say I sing the blues.  I got clocks for sale in my shoes, if given the choice, this isn’t the life that I would choose.  But I got clocks for sale in my shoes, and most people see me as bad news.

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