Public Transportation Hazards
I rush every morning holding my coffee .
I board the bus , checking my phone
I want no problems .
As mind prepares for hectic hours
some daring guy breathes on my ear,
questioning me for my IG .
beyond upset
I say : no way.
Another guy at 7’s platform wishes
the same ,
he’s fine ,
I give in .
I finish work and I feel drained
And again on the bus
Coming back home an old guy casually
gives me his number
and he says :-call me
I feel disgusted .
The next day comes.
The first guy stands in front of me
The bus is packed ,
and he tells me please give me your IG .
I feel the sin of my hypocrisy
so out of pity ,
I give in .
One minute later he is texting me
He likes my pics , he hearts my comments ,
OMG he is so extra !
I have to ghost him .
Three days have passed
He hates my guts , if looks could kill …
I would be dead tomorrow morning.
Then he gets salty
He writes I’m basic , and even chunky.
Then he posts selfies with his own shorty
That’s it !
I have to block him .
The hunky one , he booty texts me
I check my phone it’s 3:am
Asking to meet me
so we can cuddle until the sunrise.
Forgot to mention his IG contacts
are only women , with huge sweet bums
and scarce clothing .
I can’t reply I have my pride
hottie and all I have to block him.
And every day repeats same stories
of dummy guys
asking for something.
When I say no I’m nasty B,
if I say yes I’m nasty B.
Only cause
I ignore them.
As you can see I have my motives,
to my dismay this city is full of spineless men
Younger and older.
Still I have old pops phone number
I haven’t called him
Maybe I will , I’m very morbid .
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