Got on the service bus today
what a terrible ordeal
i moved straight to the back
and perched myself
Alone above the rear left wheel
I sat and pondered why i’m travelling
with all these other gimps
smackheads, perverts,
dirty scruffs
prostitiutes and failed pimps
The smell of failure all around
with an aroma of desparation
a flood of people
charge on angrily
from outside the police station
Just my luck in the adjecent seat
A pikey rests his backside
Smells like a warm horse
it’s almost as if
i’m at the gee gees trackside
He turns to me, begins to speak
his breath like toenail cheese
and to top it all
he didn’t even cover
his riddled mouth when he sneezed
half a dozen pram faced mams
not one a day over twenty
never worked, got no dad
for their three bairns
but benifits cheques a’plenty
forty five minutes i have to endure
the worst of Blairs people
next time you go to get on a bus
don’t… just go find a church
and jump straight off the steeple
