Where does the time go?

When the clock goes forward by its incongruous hour

it sits in a bank somewhere off shore in an account

owned by a Time magnet, a man who twiddles his embalmed moustache

and thinks of the interest earned

on the sixty minutes deposited, we lose an hour, he gains seventy

million and will live forever.

When he gives that hour back in late October,

the month in which Time gets charged its annual V.A.T.

(Vanity Adulterated Time), we see not a single second