Chip shop curry sauce on a Friday
How do you like your pain, Miss?
Me? In a jar. Screw cap, screwed up right tight
Smash it, breathe it up and in – see that face again
It always rains when you visit, I
should go on a diet but I digress.
They say too much, always talking instead of looking.
Look at him, hard.
I only wanted the food, Mister
just now, I’m not so hungry