Compliments through gritted teeth

He didn't see this coming “Are they budding for a bouquet or a wreath?”

Outta reach since he held her too close

Since then, she met the man of her dreams who proposed

He’d make a toast but he's tryna keep that glass empty

Diary died since his last entry

Flooding memories, subliminal references

Didn't register with his Ex-Mrs

She was hectic with wedding invitations to send

He was pathetic at the neck noose of a loose end

Losing friends to a bottle of scotch

Botch job, she couldn’t stop looking at her watch

He must have bought it for her, forty diamonds shining

Honeymoon plans Caribbean island

Far removed from the British sea side frost

Heart consumed by a little green eyed monster

Once upon a time they were intertwined

So much for love: now all he holds is a grudge

Once upon a time he was her favourite thing

Now he's just a reflection in her engagement ring

The dove forgot how to use its wings

She said wish me luck he said “look, will you miss me?”

Later that night

He drank his whiskey with spite because he ran out of sprite

Keys in the ignition checking her blind spot

Tank low on fuel CD skipping as she drives off

Into traffic spread across three lanes

Not what she needs today

There'll be, hell to pay for these L plated beginners

Accelerating in ballerina slippers

Rear view mirror see daggers reflect

Get stabbed if you think you can overtake

Seeing red even though green lights are showing it's bumper to bumper

Heat rising hot under the collar

White knuckles on the steering wheel

Unbuckled seat belt no fear in her heels

Feels like she's about to explode

If the road doesn't clear engine revving smoke

Look on her face fuming

Truth is, this journey should have only taken a few minutes

Insults drowned out as horns beep

Porky pig signal to form an orderly queue

“Fuck You” for making me late she began to say

As she saw a man lay face down on the blood stained pavement

Yellow police tape ambulance sirens

No remorse arrogance heightened

Someone crashed and died earlier that afternoon

Just then her angry mood passed as the traffic moved

She had a job interview, printing news

But the only papers she knew were Rizzla blues

A do nothing dead beat: rest her head on hash slabs

Put her last match to wax dabs

Slapdash stogie stab sluggard

Slovenly, until she score a bud and torch it up

She's only grinding for crystals

Riddles always got a twist at the end like her spliff rolled

Bone idle boning up til her hers eyes dull

That current job title getting high all day

They say talk is cheap well who's paying?

For a few J’s steaming

Wake & bake with that noon day demon

Shes constantly knackered, can’t afford the cost of her ganja

No skins like mosque manners

Proper slacker procrastination

Lazy bones: no shame on any occasion

She put an 8th in the air without a care

Unaware she's in a state of despair

Unemployed

She’d rather roll another joint and get stoned with some solid playing solitaire

Mary Jane middle name lethargic

Whatever mate, she can't be arsed with it

Little miss dilly dally killing diligence

Building blunts with cannablissful ignorance and self-pity

He thought Hip Hop was rapping to beats

Not in the battle scene lots of vanity popularity contest

A cock fest, turning modest men to moguls

Promoting being boastful

Over-confident once the cameras rolling he must win

Looking down on others as tumbling rocks crush him

One minute rounds

He went from the try outs to the main event rhyme bouts

Language foul like double footed tackle

Hanging round with legends on the judge's panel

Hierarchy: then the timer started

And he choked on smoke from all the fire emoji's

Thought he was swaggadocio

Really he was a wanker with no flow

Gloating like some kind of G.O.A.T

But his accapella flimsy should have never crowned himself king

Crowds were made to sit and listen to the criticism

No rhythm, petting a reputation

With narcissistic bars to spit

Stroking his ego: a tumour of the soul

Removing domes off the head in a cypher

Strutting like a fucking peacock

He wasn’t a rhymer, more like a stand-up comedian

He didn't see the biggest victory was his defeat

He never let rules let up on the roulette table

Making bets in a burning house to earn his clout

Circles round horses in the daily paper

You'd have thought divorce would have taught him, maybe later

Aviators hide his poker face

Major Player not afraid to buy back in and open the safe

Out to flourish on the casino floor in rich garms

Piggish ego, itchy palms

Only one queen in his heart

She's got 4 separate faces shuffled between 52 cards

You can't look at him and say it's a game of luck

Rookie: chucking his wages at the bookie

Took a turn for the worst

Bankrupt: snuck out with his girls purse

Perverse, acting fine financially

If she finds out it'll be bye bye and don't come back

Even the croupier said “you should behave”

Chasing numerous spades, never knew that was his grave

Never bothered him until he was impoverished

Pouring liquidation, taking risks and going all in

More chips and tokens to bite

Don't look in the snakes eyes, rolling the dices

Went bust overnight: from jackpot to jack shit

Got home and his chick had vanished

Skipped lunch so she doubled up at dinner

Getting bigger, while the ice she skates on gets thinner

All the trimmings won't drop a dress size

Sympathy for the devil: second helpings, extra sides

She'd die at the food for thought of a diet

Thirsty for knowledge enticed by cans of Tizer

It ties her up keeps her prisoner

Quizzed by cuisine, a keen canteen visitor

Visions of a slim waist deserted with a cherry on top

That'll be the death of her so bury her with berries & chocolate

No stopping this addiction

Atkins didn't work, she won't listen

Just keeps sitting in front of the widescreen with tubs of ice cream on her lap

Lost grasp of personal hygiene

Grabbing a takeaway menu

Making herself unrecognisable to the men she knew

Comfort crunch in the jaws of regret

Unhealthy hunger placing orders she won't collect

Coz they're getting delivered like news of diabetes

Neglect of exercise, abuse of sweeties

Knee deep in polystyrene trays

Fat fingers, pushing the wrong buttons on the microwave

She asks herself “what have I become?”

Looking for the answers on a plate of crumbs

He finished work 5pm on the dot

Twitchy, ignored the calls from his girlfriend

Pretends he's working late

Got a story straight, no need for debate

Coz the baits not her touch

Craving urges: sex to be purchased

He perches on the edge counting wedge

And has bouts with the doubts in his head

Bouncing bed springs, pounding hearts beats

Found himself walking round the block clutching car keys

He could leave but he can't live without

He should heave, palms dripping now

Dick in his trousers got a mind of its own

He whistles out loud, silences his phone

Spiral staircase he goes room 212

Too late to turn back even if he wanted to

A few gentle taps, the gentleman's trapped

She rattled the chain off its latch

Forget her name, it doesn't matter

Exchanging cash and some trashy flattery

Eyelashes flutter, 30 minutes to cum

Afterwards he called his girl back and said I've been busy hun, numb

Some new demons to wake with

As he falls asleep in a snake pit