Marco DiLeonardo Art

You can't sit still.
On the phone, flirting, throwing shit.
Fingers tapping, radio playing, in a fucking trace.
The same Beyoitche song, over and over.
Attention, attention.
Can we have your attention?
You can't get here on time.
Complaining how you never feel good.
Moaning, Wheezing, oh my fucking god.
The same woe is me excuses, over and over.
Attention, attention.
Do we have your attention?
You can't do any work.
Making fart noises and tap, tap, tapping.
You fucking child.
The same Disgraceney movie, over and over.
Attention, attention.
Do we want your attention?