you choke the fun from a room
your exhales are like a freezing wind
as if the vacuum of space you draw,
everything out to a baseline reading
you choke all the fun from a room,
a spitfire heart and a tenacious chin
you offer me your button for pressing,
then on comes your hoover to suck the air
leaving nothing but clean wounds minus dressings
you only ever see your side of anything
its a much too costly endeavour,
you do it because you can, to be clever
you choke all the fun from the room,
