Shruggatore

the water miss my mouth again

as I tilt the glass too soon

I drove all the way 

and forgot

I'm only meeting you at noon

bickering 

egos

inflated heads

death stares

prune face

I rest my case

attention seeking

wooden floors creaking

my hair out of place

line jumpers

speed bumpers

please wipe your feet

The End

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