Under The Bus

Twice a day

I ride the bus.

 

The vibrations

Through the seat

Leave me risen

And ready.

 

In a primal

State.

 

But today the

Driver spoke

To me and all

I knew was

 

His sick

perversions.

 

Resulting in

My early death.

But I thank him

Because now

 

I can walk the aisle

With nothing to hide.

Reviews

[Snuggles McClintock]

this reminds me of Tori Amos' Happy Phantom. well done. simply constructed to a powerful ending, by which I mean an ending that carries weight and pulls from the rest of the piece. thanks for posting