If Looks Could Kill

If Looks Could Kill

The infernal serpent snakes forever

Pregnant trolleys, nine months gone

Wait irritable to be delivered.

Short is long and long is longer.

Russian roulette is quicker

Five empty chambers at least

Here in hell every queue is loaded

Gravity drags the till staff to a crawl.

Unbearable tensions rise

Tutting glances sent to the skies

As an ancient wrestles endlessly

The puzzled flaps to open.

The boiler behind finally blows

Vesuvius has nothing to compare

Like a boy scout rubbing sticks

The thrust the solution in the ancient’s face

Fuming rage rebounds

Anger deals no good

The growling retard goes home boiling

The ancient sails serenely on.