It bothered me that the city park's clock
Was wrong -- 10-minutes fast, "What's up with that!?"
I spat, and continued my morning walk...
Yet more proof that bureaucratic fat,
Fed by my taxes, can not manage a task
As simple as keeping correct time
Yet yearly it comes, efficiently, to ask
For more money, down to nickel & dime...
Just then, the morning siren blew,
At 8 o'clock sharp, as it's programmed to do,
That's when I looked down at my watch to see
The one with the wrong time, actually was me.
(Comment: I'm just glad I didn't go ahead and start a Tea Party movement about it. I could have been refudiated.)
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