12 AM RHYME!

My belly so full of bubbles, my shoes so full of feet

My hair so full of electricity and my heart so full of meat

My hands so full of thinking, my tongue is lost in time
My under-arms are leaking of sawdust and of grime
My brain encapsulated, with the latest news of late
My weary breast can take no more, no more words on silver plates
My clock is past its midnight, my hourglass is bent
All the while my shoulders, are working past its bent (oops)
A penny for a simpleton, a dollar for a rhyme
I'm collecting change, change is all but mine
Everyone is working, spinning all around the clock
Only I can see her face, her nose, her tick, her tock.
I would like to rearrange her mouth and raised eyebrow
So it looks like she is frowning when she's only upside-down
Everything is happy and everyone is sad
Everyone is watching for someone to get mad.

Phew.
ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

:) goodnight, and ladies, good morning!