The Deity of Time

The Deity of Time Christopher Cooper I'm The Deity of Time Not a mere God. Though I do talk with him From time to time. You ask how did I reach such a height, You who boil eggs with a timer in sight. I could say years of practice Which I most certainly have. It is true that no one wanted the task So I stepped up when I was asked. But I will prove my holiness to you By answering any question that comes into your head. So hurry up the nurse says I have to be getting to bed. Why is their twenty-four hours in the day? Because I wear a size twelve And could only boot the sun halfway. You know what's the most popular question asked? Where does all the time go when it slips past? It goes to visit all the lost socks That are locked in the dryer. You think that's funny? Well just shake the lint from your head. Aren't those the great times That you thought were dead? Why does time moves so fast? When times are good. Why does it move so slow? Do you think I really know? They are all good questions I must admit. The answer is I'm a sadistic son-of-bitch. There are sixty seconds in a minute. There are sixty minutes in an hour. Why sixty? Twelve was too few and twenty-four was not enough. So I looked at the clock and divided by two, multiplied by ten. I got sixty again. Do you doubt my soundness of mind? Remember I'm The Deity of Time. Written August 22nd, 2001 © on Aug 22 2001 09:12 AM PST   0 • 14