Queueing For Busses

Queueing for busses Even though not going far Been queueing for busses Ever since I sold the car. I still can’t believe What a bus passenger hears. What have i been missing For all of those years? I sit there quietly Occupying my place Trying go maintain An unmoving face. I hear about adultery Uninhibited sex Heaven only knows What I’ll hear next. Delinquent children Beaten up wives. Don’t people these days Lead such disjointed lives. The best are young women On their mobile phones. They seem to think They're in worlds of their own Yet they all seem to speak In a manner so loud As if they are fighting The noise from a crowd. Admissions of guilt, After fun filled nights, Lurid descriptions Of esoteric sights, Three in a bed romps, Translucent underwear, Just some of the things heard While quietly sitting there. Sometimes I’ve travelled miles further than I intended Just to hear how A good story ended Queueing for busses Even though not going far Been queueing for busses Ever since I sold the car. I still can’t believe What a bus passenger hears. What have I been missing For all of those years?