This is a true
story. And yes, I really did feel guilty after killing that watch.
Current
listening: The Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour
Killing Time
© 1986 Brian
Hutzell
I had a watch
that I wore in my pocket
Served me well
until I lost it
Bought another
with a calculator
It was broken
only three weeks later
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Got its functions
all confused
Didn't know how
it wanted to be used
Couldn't stop the
hourly chime
Then it slipped
into military time
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
How do I work
this thing?
My quartz alarm
calculator chronograph
How do I work
this thing?
It's got a little
beep sounds a little like a laugh
Instruction
booklet came in the package
Explained nothing
in five languages
Got me so
frustrated
My only clock and
I'd come to hate it
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Dug into the
kitchen closet
Found a tool I
thought would solve it
My watch had
gotten too annoying
I decided to
destroy it
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
How do I hurt
this thing?
My quartz alarm
calculator chronograph
How am I at
murdering?
It's gotta little
beep but I'm gonna stop that
Found an ugly
pair of pliers
Adjusted them to
open wider
Put my watch
between its jaws
When I squeezed
the alarm went off
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Couldn't bear
that little beeping
Sounded like a
little animal screaming
I increased the
pressure I was applying
Still I heard the
cries of my victim dying
Begging for mercy
but I had to kill it
As guilt shot
through me like a bullet
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
Spending time,
telling time, killing time
“Fiet”
© 2002 Brian Hutzell
From A
Fistful of Feet
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