It’s breathing down my neck

Is it an angel or your dad

A vile and putrid mess

What have you done with your wife’s dress

Ripping it into

The betting slip takes the full force

You were hanging on for a draw

Then your mother called

Pushing the ball over the line

This life becoming a mixed plate

A cement mixer of thoughts

No way out of the crowed

Streaming through your thoughts

And smashing down your door

Breathing down my neck