Exocetra

why don't  you look
where you're  going?
do i really have to pen
another bloody poem?

you blaze down the street
clutching your phone
don't  see me  at distance
with my broken bone

your eyes and your ears
they don't seem connected
and  somehow my manners
have got you all disrespected

you rant and you spit
but you don't care to see
that you're now sailing closer
ever closer to me

so why the f***  don't you
just look the f*** where you're going?
you've got me meandering
all too-ing and fro-ing

ok, here comes the clash
SLAM!
into my shoulder
you mutter and cuss
my bone starts to smoulder

gritting my teeth
i screech out a yelp
you're  another stray bullet
in much need of help  

so it seems on the street
we're all now at  risk

NEWSFLASH! OTHER PEOPLE EXIST!!