Take Off In Another City Bus
grotesque thoughts
rumble up the attics of my grey cells
heaving and sighing in prank
they spring, jump and began to stank
she was my co-mate in the episode
and had the infection same
both got in the act
and twisted the facts
victim was hapless like a bird in snare
she cried and nostrils flared
her urges ripened
and she yearned for that face
that had loved her dear
with those handsome lines
she looked at the twisted tale again
tears began in rain
he could not strand her thus
and take off in another city bus.
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