September 3

My head flicks back and forth like I'm at a tennis match

The words slip like soap, too fast to catch

I'm in a room filled with Argentineans - never a good idea

Not because of the company just the verbal diarrhoea

Now I'm humming in my head, how did that song go?

Maybe I'll ask Marcus later, I'm sure he will know

Oh shit hang on, I think that question was directed at me

I dissolve back to real life and try to brandish something witty