Eight-line Poems 2

Rat Race

Rat Race

I must be up and gone by eight
the rules require I not be late
these timely deadlines are my fate
the sprouts upon my daily plate.

My life is measured out in bits
no wonder that my brow is knit
I serve the timepiece on the wall
and heed its ev’ry beck and call.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aaaa bbcc
For Express It In Eight, 07.03.25
Prompt: None.