Dear Jinx, short but to the point.

Tick-tock goes the clock,
as it breaks and makes the lock,
shiver and take stock of the corruption round the block.
Then truth knocks,
and the cycles go in shock.
The hamster in his wheel picks up a glock,
and his spirit reaches dock.
Tickedy tickedy tock.

A limerick for the times you could say :)
For dark senses of humour.