The Bus Incidents
The Bus Incidents
The Bus Incidents
The one hour bus ride and the things we have to find to write about the less said
the better
has been dethroned today eye am a better than all of that myself eye am a poet in
the frame of mind to dispel the darkenness of mores and upper crusting people
on the bus the form of public transportation that is afforded to the poor and
homeless poet that eye am. My ride begins at the bus stop and goes for less
than one whole hour and there is never any lack of my material the words pour
positively from the mouths of all the imbeciles.
The lady was nice; the bus was the express the lad was burning the gas in his
cart,
Or mabe it was electric it moved without sound and upright and go fast for a two-
wheeled contrivance the thing was running most silent. She asked the driver
to “HOLD THAT BUS”
The driver was pointing and asking her “WHY” lady we must be moving
on, “THIS” is
The Express, and I the driver of this thing will not wait for long”.
Eye am waiting for my son. He is bringing me my coffee to me please.
The driver smiled and still polite said “well I am not waiting long” for that not just
for that.
The boy on the two-wheeled cart contrivance GAVE to her her coffee as she
boarded
Eye am sorry MOM but I hurried and I come to you to give to you this stuff.
The bus left the boy went on down the sidewalk and eye hurried to my transfer no
wiser or
Better looking than eye am then the bus started again and then eye saw the old
homeless man
At the next bus stop with the shopping cart He must look really hard for ALL that
stuff
Its hard to see he is my poor brother eye keep my own needs simple and eye
travel light,
And keep all of Egypt on my back, but some people need the even more security
a four wheeled
Shopping –cart can afford them. He had the thing loaded and even at this
moment is still asleep
In his blankets with a shopping-cart contrivance that is not his personal asset
and very hard for me to even understand this shopping-cart man because eye
am still carry my stuff on the bus.
The moral of this story is to thread the eye of the needle a poor man can be
blessed and fed without being a slave to his bed and this story has occurred in
less than one whole hour upon the city bus. The rest of this story is just a rude
conversation the author has rude poems four condensed into one please read
them all.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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