The Beatlyss

mades my metaphors abouts like, well, how we's are's all's like's, machine's, from our little twirly metal-wheel hearts to the facts thats we all's have three arms, one little arm, one big arm and one really big arm. This machine in particular was, within tolerances, in perfectly decent working condition when he, for all intents and purposes, got rubbed the wrong way, by a speaker who everyone in their circle thought was right, but everyone outside of the circle, could SMELL that they were. They were disgustingly right. All the time. Even in private. So, this machine starts behaving a bit more erratically, he can't get the speaker off of his mind, he was just so magnetic. He starts performing badly. He's always way too early or just too late. He takes this frustration out on the world around him. Clearly they're all just cheugy uggos with serious big ick energy. He starts performing REALLY badly. Can't afford to get fixed. All the parts are in Europe. Something about Build a Bears, I threw in, cause I went there recently with my kid and like, 7.50 for a fucking little heart thing? Teddy extortion is what it fucking is. Gotta mention my BOY semaglutides, what what! I want me sema' that, amirite? fuck! His light is gone. degaussing has to do with magnetic fields too, I think. I don't know, I'm not ICP. uh, shit, yea, um, oh, yea, like, if you keep your mechanical watch on top of your phone, there's enough magnetization to fuck it the fuck up. don't do it. Go buy yourself a Grand Seiko everybody, you've earned it!

The challenge wasn't challenging enough, so I challenged myself. Percussion: One plastic multi-vitamin gummy jar. Some off-brand fake lego. One of the plastic food containers I keep some of said flego in. House keys. One metal end-piece of a pizza dough tube. One drinking glass. Tax papers. Medical packaging. Chair creaking recorded by accident. Melodic elements: One plastic bottle. One electric hair trimmer. Two elastic bands. One green dollar store balloon. All recorded using one dynamic microphone. Additional instrumentation: None what so ever.

he didn't
he didn't
watch out
watch out
he didn't watch out
now he clocks in just to get clocked out
he didn't
he didn't
he didn't watch out
went and dove in without screwing that crown down

he's ticked off,
and ever since that speaker had blasted into his life
it's gotten a bit off
zips fast from seconds to minutes ever since that negative polarity was introduced
he's become easily seduced by cryptocurrencies that guarantee he'll live long
give bitcoin to the pixels
or you'll upset God
or worse, Clavicular
people treating each other equally really hurts to picture,
or as I like to say, any hate filled term that will have gotten you fired and a labeled social pariah since 1964
he was a Libby first
but since accidentally falling asleep on that aforementioned speaker overnight,
he chose the right path which has him showing up five to nine minutes early a week
why is everything so complicated now?
why does it hurt to just keep track of that wascally fourth dimension
when he wants to be a source of tension
for the men that like to flick their wrist
to just to hear their own balance wheel
it's just some dumb crappy steel antiquated tech
now come see what Sam has made and check Zuckie's calibers
he's lucky he had learned how escapements work
so he no longer has to remain a part of these left handed time keepers
going to the beat of his own mainspring, MVMT for life, shitters

watch out
he didn't watch out
now he clocks in just to get clocked out
watch out
he didn't watch out
deviated in the red so much that he's lost count


this horo's not logical
he's as poor as the pundits all
say, can't even afford to go to the hospital
while a handful of assholes stand on the shambles sporting new monocles
we forage for topicals
while the tourbillonaires
treat our hearts like Build a Bears'
$7.50 for the one that beats beats not having one that beats and just lights up
lug to lug, this country just does not size up to our collective 10 inch wrists
and no GLP-1 or beef tallow
can pull a JLC and Reverso , so we can pretend it fits
he's upset and skips his daily wind up,
and is out of his power reserve
used to be at the top of his game, chronometer certified
never more than five seconds late every day, 80 hours he'd work
now he needs service
and has lost all lume
even the degaussing
that he had, had been unable to go on
and undo all the drops to  his crown
and time in front of his phone
now his mind's got one of its own
he's gonna lose hope
of ever reaching Shun Bun nirvana
spring drive satori
his balance wheel's got vertigo,
his pallet fork's now a spoon
and the rest of his insides were imported  spare parts from some twitchy guy living out of his RV
or Yahoo flea market

watch out
he didn't watch out
and now he clocks in just to get clocked out
watch out
he didn't watch out
deviated in the red so much that he’s lost count