A poem from the point of view of a Wristwatch
Yeah, my teacher came up to me, took off her wristwatch, but it in front of me, and said "write."
It was 3:30. Or so the watch told me. So it started. I guess it's about the laziness of humans, the impatience of humans, time in general. It's sort of satirical, because people want to see those perfect times where something either ends or begins, but they check their watches frequently and always see those times that nothing ever happens on.
More crappy poems for ya 8D