Metrognome

Time on your hands
You do it all the day
Shuffle your feet
And turn on the news
To hear what they might say
They made a machine
And you found your device
They’re lighting the fuse
There’s no need to worry
Your world will be alright
Time for a smoke
A pint and a joke
You muddle on through
Silently screaming
«What can I do?»
Till time trips you out
Looking about
Blows you away
High as a kite
On a windy day