Annual Report

Father Time, his pistol cocked and loaded,
Bites the barrel gently and inhales.
Haunted, shaken, sworn at till he's goaded,
Father Time, his pistol cocked and loaded,
Wonders when and how the world exploded.
"Sorry, kid." He shrugs. The baby wails.
Father Time, his pistol cocked and loaded,
Bites the barrel gently and inhales.