Head-Throbbing-Eavesdropping Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's simply annoying trapped-on-a-bus
Listening to loud people talk for hours
On their smartphones with nothing to discuss
How's the weather where you is, showers-

Here, Mum what's for dinner? My laundry
Is it done? I need my black shirt and pants.
Yes, mum, I will get the cat-litter shortly,
What you mean you're on the verge of collapse.

Mum, shut up a minute and listen-will-you
Mum, I haven't got time for all this claptrap
"Get the cat-litter yourself" a barbeque
Are you going insane? Tightening his handclasp

Ok, love you too mum, mum before you go
Can I lend some money to buy a new phone?
I'll sell you mine cheaply, pay-pay-what-I-owe?
What you mean mum; I've been paying—groans…