A thousand hungry clocks

Damn you clock! Your a bastard, don’t you know that? Taking my hours when a least expect, right from behind my back. I wind you every thirty days. And what the hell is with you loosing time? It is I who is loosing time. Before I know it, my time is up. Damn you! Tick tock, tick tock. I’m not winding you from now on you bastard.