As I sat on a rock
sounds of shuffling all about
HOW can I sit and pout
with with this flying around?
Frustrations fill my body
pain fills my brain

Turning around
standing still
doing nothing to stop this irritation
I told him
Starbucks two past six-fourty!
Bring it! – smirking to pick a fight

Nothing could stop my shaking
I was waiting
it was cold
this was my glory day
Crowds hoard around
tightly knit
must fills still air
now dripping

Vanquish lay that night in his own shit
it was now I who smirk
walking away
triumphantly
I was Triumphant
now you know