Facing New York

Butterfly Clock

Facing New York


I heard a joke: three men in a bar. 
One blind, one rich, one is soaking wet. 
A challenge ensues, who will beat the clock? 
At what, I don't know, it was a bad joke.. 

We've yet to reach the end, 
You and I, and all of our friends, 
Riding the minute hand 
Of the butterfly clock..