The big, bad back row
Slick, snickering tricksters with their
brisk quickening fixes and their
insist “time is ticking too slow…”
Whiling their time, riling the aisles, these
piling peeves styling their trials after
compiling files of reliable rivals
smiling and beguiling in the big, bad back row.
Crass rasping and classless asking while
fast acting, these
tactless taskers blast nasty
basking in places nobody goes.
Earning their spurn over burned bridges, they’ve
learned to yearn for their turn;
they subtly adjourn, rarely
returning when anyone knows.