He’s a Space Invader
He’s a
space invader
A
proxemical raider
Better
drop him quickly like a hot potato
A whole
bus free and he sits next to you
You can
feel his breath as you stand in a queue
You’re
flecked with spittle whenever he speaks
You feel
a little brittle as your patience creaks
He’s
space attacker
A territory
hacker
Better smack
him swiftly in the knackers
He’s the
sleazy geezer with the drunken squeeze
You’re
on the train and he’s touching your knees
He makes
you sick with his icky shtick
Hanging
with this wang is no picnic
He’s a
space intruder
A
nuisance-exuder
He’s
the guy from accounts by the water cooler
You’re
chatting at a party and he’s getting farty
He corners
you in boredom with his ‘arty’ repartee
Regaling
you with tales of the book that he’s writing
You’re
giving him a look like you want to bite him
He’s a
lurking monstrosity
Run with
velocity
His
nose is too close to your physiognomy
You’re
on the tube and he’s eyeing your Metro
He’s
more of a prick than a thorny hedgerow
He’s
all in your face, he’s a graceless case
As he
pitches a flag in your personal space
He’s a
space assailant
A nasty
ailment
He’s
the Lionel Messi of social derailment
He’s
the bloke on coke with the shitty joke
And less
charisma than an artichoke
He’s
like ebola at an orgy
He’ll
chase you away like Georie Porgie
He’s an
etiquette-evader
A
fun-blockader
Better
watch out
He’s a
SPACE INVADER!
