I’m waiting for the gas leak
The indeterminable hiss of my mother tongue
Amidst the hundred I do not care to speak
A word, an acknowledgment I might be understood
No-one likes to be the pointer, it is rude
I long to hear the serpents kiss
‘It’s alright, I understand completely’
Instead I am greeted with an order
I try to make the best of
Complain politely, receive muted anger
Frustration on both sides
An unsolicited fang drips with the venom of insults
I do not know but whose meaning
I cannot fail to grasp
Yes, I’m waiting for the gas leak
I’ll hear it when the tyres touch home.
–Little Ginge x