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Are you a pimp or do you just love having time on your hands?
Time likes to be pinned down but don’t screw time till you make her head bored
When she slips away you’ll see how time runs without breaking records
If you get in her way she might make your ego trip into spaces that never stationed like mere tragedy waiting to happen
Taking off from your Cape Canaveral it never covered your head in more than stress
Till I Meet Eternity I want my time to be blessed with lunar seas of serenity not enmity but tranquillity not crises
So I worship the creator of time because even the moon knows who Christ is

I think of time because time is a lady by example,
She thinks not like a human but an ink jot
Moving into spots on a page
leading the line by force because no one waits on time
Time is the original feminist premise but some feminists have dropped over the precipice of popularity into tom foolery now running rule obscurity while time retains elegancy and purity

Time knows that death is a surety
So I re christen myself ideas and marry her just to fulfil my every need in life
She is the pen that signs my name on every strife and adulation
Divorce can not be hastened even if I play around
See life is my game, my playground, my institution
Death is not divorce but dissolution as time dissolved to exist as eternity
If I cheated then a woman scorned is all I’ll see
But until then
I’ll take the lead and hope that time follows me
Because I’m the yin to her yang and she’s incomplete