MOBILE GROAN.

MOBILE GROAN.
(To the girl with the manic glare)
sneak

Locked in metal boxes.
My rusty cladded shell.
Psycho passenger alert!
This public transport hell...

She's on her mobile phone again.
She's playing 'Let's pretend'
She bores us with her rhetoric.
She hasn't any friends.
Obnoxiously, she talks aloud.
Her boasts could wake the dead.
The only voices she receives -
are trapped within her head.
In-secure, in her teens,
indecently I stared.
I have her number on my mind.
Our digits we once shared.
A drunken night of hopelessness.
A one night-stand that fell.
I stumbled out of her life.
A tainted kiss and tell.
Attention seeking missile.
Misguided from the start.
Rejected by her parents.
Designed to fall apart.
The passengers around her -
all sigh as if on cue.
She screams into her mobile,
like all good retards do.
A 'Lets pretend' domestic.
A make-believe 'We care'
I reach into my pocket.
The answer to my prayer.
A mobile with her name on.
I search and punch 'OK'
The echo of her ring-tone -
takes her breath away.
She sinks beneath embarrassment.
Her sad pretence laid bare.
I cancel my subscription -
to the girl with the manic glare.

sneak.