On Rude Again
ON RUDE AGAIN
On rude again
The people on the bus sometimes seem hard to swallow with an aspirin bottle
even as eye talk to them with curses from forgotten places because of old man
sin nature its just a shadow of my former person no reason to be disturbing
others in my assignations as my liasons cases come and go among the thorns
of time he shoved past me intending to be ahead of me but suddenly we were
both at liberty upon the sidewalk and eye was out of patience as eye moved so
carefully toward the corner to step gingerly into the street to try to make it to the
other transfer point is when he bumped me and all eye did was make the
refrences to his ancestory his intentions were just nominal he wanted to survive
the traffic so eye proceeded to just make it know to him HOW RUDE you are.
HOW rude you really are.
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