Ruse, Muse, Obtuse

And so as the clock moves ever so slowly towards the seventh hour,
I look vaguely upon the lighted monstrosity,
hoping for words to flow.
Alas soon I will bid thee good bye
I hope the next owner shall look at you more gleefully than i

The dull grey dusk has set in already,
It will be time soon for me to leave
on good terms we shall part
our paths shall never cross again

YAY…I get out of here at last :)