You stood on the track.
Consciously waiting,
For 8.30pm.
You knew exactly what was going to happen,
Yet you still stood.
Sweat dropped off your forehead,
Onto your tanned nose.
But you let go.
You had enough.
And 8.31pm came,
Now you are gone.

The way she drinks, it irritates
The way she eats, It irritates
The way she yawns, It irritates
Even when
she’s on the phone, it irritates
Like a coiled spring
when sprung it f** vibrates