Shiny stainless steel stalactite
Oversized and slid in slanting to one side
Damn you and your dithering dangling, Damocles
You didn’t even pierce his left eyebrow right!
Damaging the puncture wound
With that silver spoon digging in tight.
I bet you didn’t even realise?
Cos it’s digging in tighter than the tip of a silver bullet might,
Twist it left, pull it right,
Turns out a silver tongue can’t fight off a robot’s bite.
So rock-a-bye Pret-a-Manger and grab a byte.
A subway snack,
Foil wrapped life hack packed into a backpack,
Then unwrap, chew snack, collects the crumbs in his lap
Stores the excess carbs as body fat,
Cos a little bit of polyfilla prolly will leave you feeling fuller.
Woulda watched his tighty whitey eyes widen,
If I coulda asked him why he’s biding time riding peak period;
I’m serious, full stop, no periods.
See my theory is that his threads
Tread the line between 6pm today and some other period.
Seriously man, I’m serious. Here’s the sign:
Oversized skate shoes and baggy jeans from 2003
How can he be anything but in a period piece?
He’s also clad in a drab grey plaid Snapback cap
And that piques my intrigue
Teasing thoughts about what lies beneath?
Please puff out the pastry pasted to your cheeks,
Smooth out the plaster of Paris until the blemishes are sleek,
So that your appearance is somewhat neat,
Or on fleek,
Or at the very least not up shit creek.