A Clockwork Poem

Viddy the devotchka,
sitting in the corner.
Weepy, she asks,
"Where are we?"
And we tell her,
"The Feast of Friends."
(the panic in her eyes)
We're going in counter-clockwork.
(will break and fill)
The lewdies are drowning-
(the television skies)
in orange, kerosene,
and matches.
And when we're done,
we will miss nothing-
except our favorite...
interessovating droogs and dames.

(NOTE: The words "devotchka", "lewdies", and "droogs" are Nadsat from <u>A Clockwork Orange</u> by Anthony Burgess. Please do not leave comments saying you don't understand.)

Devotchka- Girl
Lewdies- People
Droogs- Friends