Nasty Habits
Sitting next to a person whose breath stinks,
is it alcohol or lack of oral hygiene...
never mind what that person thinks:
excessive drinking is not a medicine!
Waiting for the bus that
runs on a Sunday schedule is tormenting misery,
and worse, standing next
to a smoker who has little consideration for me!
And I assume no other intruder tries
to spoil my trip on this bus cramped with kids
who talk aloud and curse with derisive eyes,
not hearing the bus driver's angered voice!
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