Reasoning.
Blagging.
Bullshit.
Call it what
You like.
It's late.
I want to get home.
And so does
The rst of the bus.
So get off.
Fuck off.
Show me the way
To go home.
I'd better not
Miss my train.
Lip synching
Hard done by
Muttering
Through the window.
I would say
"Shut it cunt!"
But I can't hear you
As I'm on the bus
And you're not.
So you're just a
CUNT!
Don't spare the horses driver!
Dulwich Poet 10th October 2015
(I wrote this one on a bus, after someone tried to get on the bus without their pass. The driver refused to move the bus until they got off.)
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