I've got 21 seconds to flow

I’m outside the door in a coat that doesn’t really fit. My friend said goodbye at the door but she gave me no hug. Let's not be paranoid for a moment. Why did I buy a coat that was so big? Is it just me, or am I the only one typing here? The train I get on is full of people going home alone; the one's who got unlucky. But why no hug? The sleeves are too long, that's the problem, the sleeves are too long and the shoulders are hanging. A man puts a gun to her head. "I don't want to diet!" she screams. "What?" he demands. "I don't want to die yet!" she clarifies. Something clicks for the man. It's the trigger. Once a girl said to me "oh my poor sweet darling boy." Once. So there are four puffins in a barrel. Or there were. Once. But anyway, one turns to the other and wheezes, "so how come you're not out of breath", the other says "I quit smoking". How we laughed... I'll never know. Is it getting better? Am I making this any better? I had so many ideas once, so many things to right and write. On the train I thought I lost my train of thought. That reminds me, here are some words to describe a drunk eating a late night burger: slobber, guzzle, englut, quaff, etc. The list is endless until you run out. Whilst we're on the subject, snaffle, snuffle and sniffle are all verified words. With this in mind I wish to coin the terms sneffle and snoffle. I'd explain but it's already late. Later that night I lose myself in her eyes, or her lies, I can’t decide. Turn the page, I'm just chopping down trees here.