By Emily Schwartzler
One look at my face
And the look of despise is in your eyes.
I bombard you with my sound.
You strike me just to shut me up.
You turn away, but I insist.
Time is of the essence and you must obey.
Succumb to my siren.
And each day we will do this, for weeks,
And every week for the rest of your life.
I have all the time in the world.
Oh, how you loathe me.
It's what makes me tick.