Buses stink.
Whether to save the environment
Or to save money (noble causes both)
You are to blame—Buses stink.
People chew that disgusting stuff,
Staining their lips and teeth red,
Remnants of a cannibalistic feast.
They finally leave their mark of damnation
On hapless roads, stones, trees and
People’s heads.
Stinky buses push themselves through traffic
Forcefully penetrating the chaotic order
With their behemoth mass.
Along the way you see those supreme heads of houses
Mark their territory. Much like those
Wonderful four-legged friends they’re so quick to call
Dogs and demand their death or sterilisation
For being public nuisances.
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2 comments:
i like the first bit, but endings very abrupt. you could do a bit more with the last paragraph...
on the other hand if it were written by someone famous the english professors would argue that its a subtle way of hinting at the fact that he got beaten to submission by the people he talked about
hahahahahah... well i like it abrupt. it really wouldnt be nice if it ended all gradually and on a more drawn out note.
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