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The rich don’t use public buses They have too many cars and police escorts Only the poor like me would you find in buses like this Thinking the thought of others; There is a lady here Beside me on the left— Who has read her marked God’s book from Mark to Matthew in 5 minutes! Who does she think she is, a Sybil? The guy on the extreme right is obviously in love with his own gruffly voice— Been practicing Acappella all along—(I suggest he sing hymns at burials) Some love birds (more of love lion and prey) at the back seat Talking the talk of fools who are about to fall (into the lagoon or) in love— Saying a whole lot of nothing I, the old hungry muse is here thinking the thoughts of an idler We have two sleepers; one behind the other, one of each sex Sleeping an impossible sleep, in this impossibly wobbly bus On the third-mainland at sunset on a late October hot Tuesday Seasoned with assorted peals of vehicle horns In a mercilessly hopeless clog up!