Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

From the Adam's Apple North (So I like to say) I’m in great shape! But for now here I lie (So they like to say) entombed in my bed But for now I lie here (So I like to say) free in my bed Because from the Adam's apple north (To anyone who'll listen) I’m in great shape! But now it's six years and counting (So I notice to myself) output in bad shape But time waits for no man (So I'm so so aware) Tick-tock Tick-tock This poem has no rhyme (So I'd say it's no poem) Tick-tock Tick-tock But will my Tick-tock Tick-tock life's poem (So I wonder to myself) have a rhyme even words? Not Tick-tock Tick- if -tock Tick-tock Tick-tock I don't write (So I notice! So I notice!) Tick-tock them Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock (So Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock ) Tick-tock Tick-tock