Rapid Intervention V2

Some say the slow pace of life is paramount

That the laid back man is sacrosanct

You want a competent calm soul

who knows what they are about

Certainly professionally

Even a shot boy

Drinks trailered over his bare chest

Like alcoholic dum-dums

Has his head screwed on

Is a businessman

Even the arrogant surgeon

scalpel in hand, needs to shut up and know his stuff

Speed is relative

The boxer uses brain

Methodically slicing

Pattern shots in sub-conscious thought

There is no time

Yet the shots

Learnt

Stored

Refined

In executing a vicious attack

She may also be calm

Cat speeding off to catch mouse

Fast for us, normal for cat

Flies buzzing around our head

Or on a piece of dog shit

Fast for us

For them another day, another snoutfull

The ancient samurai

Just a soldier

Dismembering in fountains of blood

And reflex-aware attacks

Is just doing a job

Earning a wage

600 years later

And a transatlantic flight

That man could be

A tesco's department manager

A shelf stacker

Or a stockbroker

Speed even in a car

All relative

Show me a fast car

And I will sneeze faster

You rush to work

That rush is fabricated

A product of your cranial pharmacy

If you chew cud

And fart slowly

There is no reward

Your time will end in time

Yet your ripples will continue forever