(20 minute poetry)

We are not at fault
not to blame
It's the tube and the bus
it's not us.

They will state that being late
is a state of mind over matter,

what's the matter with them?

at any rate when I am late I don't know why, but at this rate I'll be late
for my own funeral and I can cope
with that.

What's with being on time anyway?
there's no kudos to be gained
no holy grail
and if failure is inherent who hasn't
inherited?

I think I'll take my time
wander through the arcade
grab a macchiato to go
slowly

Waiting.

The old buzzard cursing his luck
what the ****?
he's lived long enough to get
over this stuff
and I'm betting the grim reaper is
getting his coat on for him.

Why should I worry about the hurry up?
slow down
be late
let the screwballs wait for me.

They don't rush when I'm pushed for time
they don't give a ****
so
in a bit when I've finished my drink, had a smoke then this old bloke
might think of moving on
or not as the case may be

absolutely most definitely
let the fukers
wait for me.