kicking the blue Nike ball
in  what's supposed to be a quiet space
playing video games
two oriental boys
while the internet
is slow as a slug
you could  use a mug
of beer right now
because your patience is shorter
than the pen
buried in your purse
underneath the rubble
of make-up and nail polish
they giggle
and they squirm
in childish boy ways
you wish you had a razor blade
you'd cut out their squeals
as you turn in your heels
to give them a  look of scorn
which doesn't appear to impress them
they smile and just go on