Tick, he said. What makes you tick?
Read me. Easy as a book.
I tick. Like that clock
that wants the world to twirl its hands around me;
as I curl my hands around it...
anti-clockwise to the beat and then
in mock mimicry of the moving sun
wiping the upturned bowl finger-licking clean,
bopping down and up. up and down.
What makes me tick? Ha!
I think I evaded that
But I can tell you in two ticks
What ticks me off!
Lol. It's all those two bit
ticks and tocks that pretend
hands towards the sun
then point and flail and flounder;
the intent to tick, tacky and torn...
then fall still pointing, to the ground.
It makes me tick.
It ticks me off!
It tickles me, tog.
It toggles me, sick!
What makes me tick?
Indeed. I told you so.
Now tell me why?
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