A Crappy Poem by Ian Lewis Copestick

Brit Grit, Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine
It gets so frustrating
Waiting for someone,
And they’re over
20 minutes late.
You look at your watch
Every couple of minutes.
Keep looking out of the
Window every time
You hear a car.
Keep an eye on your
Phone, in case it
Starts ringing.
But, what can you do ?
What can you do ?
Nothing, except curse,
Mutter under your
Breath, and write a
Crappy poem like