A pedentatic little song

a dogrel

I have only 60 seconds

Just 60 seconds

to sing this pedantic final minutes song

to impress thee with detailed depressing

and decapitating

vision of our typist life

when all of our visitors

are pedantic

not romantic

nor even classic

in their small obsessions

that they heard in our disaster

of the title

of the piece that we are distyping

and unloading

for your displeasure

and the bees surgeons

of the casts off

of this 32nd outcome

of this minute song.

I have 30 seconds

only 30 seconds

to complete

this little pedantic little song

and to remind you

that it’s FILO

and defilement

of the final loan

that I made when I took the job

for this little minute song.

and to remind you

that you’re watching

every watch

until you see thought it all go,

and the seconds know

that they are expended

in this sphere rose back and

0 second song.