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The Crime
your a waste of my time
for you a simple rhyme
think back at time
smile with a nervous eye
realizing that you dare waste a tick
when time has marched on
it will march over you this time
and realize it is a crime
you wasted all thats meant not to be wasted
theres no turning back now
deal with the hands youve denied
hide in a tockless perdition
and beg in submission
that you now realize why your in a mental prison
the crime was time wasted
the jurors are the seconds and minutes
the judge is the 12-6
6-12 is a remission and the verdict is you wish you didnt
