Oct 09, 2009 23:18
I stand and wait for that retched bus
my clothes disheveled, my hair un-leveled
The crowd swells around me
closing in and surrounds me
a nauseating clash of smells permeate the air
of perfume and cheese burger with fries
cigarette ash tossed carelessly aside
Teenagers lean and slouch on empty air
fits of giggles and tugs of hair
Wide eyes all flirty
A knock to the shoulder then a leer
the elders shake their heads and sneer
Bitter complaints, with no constraints
Several curses as the board recourse's
Yet another minute added to its display
Bright yellow and neon
mocking me with its meaning
I stamp my feet chilled to the bone
with only the lightest of clothes I own
whatever possessed me to think
that public transport was succinct
And as a double decker goes by
people are up in arms, and why?
as the sodding bus that has just gone by
has just left us all high and dry! That's why!
poem: retched bus