Every Bloody Second Counts And Praise The Lawd Few Can Hear The Beggars

Tick talk get away from that clock.

It’s not a toy to be played with, I warn you.

Just lay down those second hands and

the minute harms will be rat behind.

Before anyone can say smash my

wrist-watch the hours will be

hoisting their white flag

of surrender, too.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.