The time is nearly quarter-past-seven.
Two minutes to be precise, if someone can bother to manage anymore letters.
So is no-one giving me an awkward L?
With poetry and scenes
Hi my names Allen. Welcome to your local job centre, free dirty looks to come enjoy
like could you tell your child to be quiet and not touch that toy. What’s your name?”
“Jumanji shoot angry. You think I like being unemployed, and working at fuck all?
And marbles on a metal line huh?
when he can’t even get a bacterial wipe and clean the electronic device wires.
I won’t kiss but I’ll tell
few people got me feeling like Billy Trotter sometimes
and he’s Del
putting me in a hospital tank room
and sending out that card saying
“quicker be well”
Anyway, not having slept or eaten
and my testicles in both boots
to keep them really warm
if you’re hearing me
and all he can say is
“Like you, I’m not dodgy. your problem is, Rodney, you take things too seriously.”
Then Allen said
“Drink this like some Smith gin
it will be a big calamity like a smidgen
With an alligator will you might go swimming?”
Then he just started bopping his head like a pigeon
flying off like one after
Snap back to reality
It’s nineteen seconds before twenty three years
I’m not sure, can you get it?
This twenty four hour clock is weird
Told my momma butterfly
I’m one and all free
Won’t return and really attack
although badly she had my nails filed
Continued to take tests
and failed bile
like I told Shawty
before going back to the future on my train
I would have derailed vile