frustration

Stuck in the fast lane
Going twenty-five
Late to the thing
With black dresses and ties.
Lost my wallet,
Plastic and all,
Forgot the flowers
Didn’t make the call.
Tripped while running
To catch the plane
Got blood on my pants
Cursed in pain
As mom walked by
Jarred by my tone
She slapped my head
Broke my phone.
Check Engine light on
Smells like kerosene.
Boyfriend calls
Says he’s coming clean
Messed around last year,
Last month, last week??
Jerk blows his horn,
Cigarette’s dropped.
Shit, that’s a fire.
Oh shit, that’s a cop.