Sure you do!
They’re the comic team
One is Conscience, the other, Time.
You can’t escape their mocking mime.
Close the window, pull the drape,
but they’re still there to grin and gape.
Morning, noon, and in the night,
ply their blight.
So what to do? How live ever after?
How endure their sadistic laughter?
How return their jibes with jeers?
Reach in the bowl for a Three Musketeers.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives curator, shown in the reflection, staring down the ghouls.