For want of two seconds

The glass
Falls
On petrified MacAdam
Tinkle
It goes, it goes
Around passenger weeping
From the knees
Like porridge
Oh, the tyres scream
For two seconds more.

Nee narr, nee narr
They whisper
Chinese
But everyone can hear
So now they lose
Too
Like her
And him
And him
And her
And him

But they don't know
So nee narr, nee narr
All the way home
Through doors feet first
But they don't mind
They don't know
Shout long words,
Jab pins, but
beeeeeeeeeeeeep

Brown mac and moustache
Walks in
Ugh
Then the sheet
Is pulled back up
On her birthday
(happy birthday, by the way)
But under
The limit.
No,
Seriously!

The phone barks at the dog
Runs away
But her mum doesn't
Now she weeps
But not like her daughter
Did
Dad
Just kicks stuff
And irons his best suit

Well, this is her new home
And his
And his
And hers
And his.
A cavity just moved in
And the black removal van
Rolls on.
Oh, she thinks
Just two seconds more
Is that too much to ask?