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Lady Is Dead
Got on that bus
late for work
by a few simple minutes...
one bus behind schedule
one song more on the Ipod
the hangover pulsating out
of my fore
head
passengers seated
beside me in front of me
all looking to the front
towards our destination
when she walked out into
the street
& the bus bumped
& screeched to a halt.
Some lady... dead underneath
the wheel.
I climbed out the back
door of the bus
the others crying screaming of death
I rushed off into the distance
as the concerned struggled
to come to that dead things
aid... she needed more
help then the bus driver
& I...
I was late for work
Rent, Milk for my child, Toilet tissue
I haven't time to stop
for death...
tomorrow I'll wake an hour
earlier tomorrow I'll be on that
early bus.
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