It’s just continuous
Births, deaths, contracts
Deliveries, friends, opening hours on a Sunday.
The last 30 seconds of that eBay order
Busses, trains, aeroplanes
All just a waste of
And yet here I am, sat here, wasting it, nibbling at words, feeling my ass go numb on a wooden chair, waiting for that ping, or ting, or whatever that sound is that alerts everyone that you’re all important and have a message on your phone.
I’m not important
I am impatient
And that’s the 23rd time I’ve checked