He looks at me
I look back
He lays on that slurr
I run him over with my shopping trolley
Was I supposed to hold back
Pretend I didn't hear his jeer
But no I heard it and my jeer sent me forward
I apologized and thankfully hear it's rehearsed tone
Got closer to that smug face
Oh how I'd like to smack it
To interrupt his life
Get confrontational
I kept rolling on those trolley wheels
To the bread and frozen goods
I'd smooth myself over
and chill out
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