Who Came up with minutes, anyway?
Who needs them?
Name one good thing a minute's ever done.
They shorten fun and measure misery.
Get rid of them, I say.
Down with minutes!
And while you're at it-take hours
with you too. Don't get me started
on them.
Clocks that's the problem.
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Cocks strap us into their shape.
Instead of headingfor the nearest star, all we do
is corkscrew.
Clocks lock us into minutes, make Ferris wheel
riders of us all, lug us round and round
from number to number,
dice the time of our lives into tiny bitsuntil the bits are all we know
dice the time of our lives into tiny bitsuntil the bits are all we know
and the only question we care to ask is
"What time is it?"
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