The clock is not ticking; it is going smooth.

The lights shine bright. Except for two lonely lightbulbs.
They do not shine, since they do not work.

So like humans!

MIDI drums watching from the corner of the room.
One eye yellow, one orange.

The crimson scarf is hanging down.

The computer says only (1) Facebook.
The work is done,
the time for rest has come.
To procrastination we shall,
fall.