Tick tock, tick tock,
I look at my silver plated watch,
Twenty minutes late so far,
This particular friend of mine is always late,
Always likes to make an excuse,
Likes to think its a personality trait,
Tells me that’s the way he is, always late he laughs,
I am not laughing,
Hurry up I say, beyond gritted teeth,
Its a pet hate of mine – Inconsiderate arseholes,
Why do these little things get to me so much,
I can feel myself sweating,
Hair straightened, shirt on, red lipstick,
Waiting and waiting.
Does anyone else get like this over people being late?