Okay so this is a repeat poem (third time), but I had to post it here again and let you know that because it won runner-up in a Topeka poetry contest (Gwendolyn Brooks Centennial Celebration Poetry Contest) it is now published alongside a picture of me in the Fall Edition of the Topeka Magazine.
The runner-up award is for the high school division of the contest and I got to read the poem at the Brooksfest this summer.
And yes, now I realize that y'all could discover the identity of your esteemed Wordsmith, but if I'm going to be published... this is the best place to start my road to fame. Thanks for all the support from my readers, I could not have done it without you!
And without further ado, The Clock King!
(To be read at a beat of 75bpm)

40 seconds, go:
My name is the Clock King,
I sit upon the tower;
Listen to the chimes ring
Upon the happy hour.
Swaying like a pendulum,
Rolling like a gong,
Marking when I murdered him,
Singing my death song.
Out pops the cuckoo bird,
Chirps for everyone;
It's morning, so say the words—
Oh wait, it's half past one.
I'm chortling, so loud and clear,
Rocking to the rhyme,
One, two, kick a few
Just to pass the time.
Brazen as a brass-made ring
Marring pale thin hands;
Slowing, unless something
Restarts me, understand.
Cold, cruel, kingly sin
To turn your mood to sour;
My dynasty begins again,
I chime upon the hour.