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the bus sucks


the skyline is on fire
buildings burn brightly
every morning
when I pass them
on the once white bus
that I have to ride to work each day
 
the traffic builds slowly at first
so I catch a glimpse
of the once secret gardens
that have been left unattended
behind unsightly walls
intended to cloak their beauty
 
I used to believe
that we have all the freedom in the world
and that riding the bus
was easy once you learn how
that bus riders get to their destination
rested and relaxed
not stressed-out
from fighting traffic
 
so why do I lose
an hour and a half of my life every day?
and feel the need to talk about riding the bus?
maybe if the bus didn't stop and start
 and made fewer stops
this might have been a different story
 
why does my bus have to take that route to town?
and aside from the indignity of it
and all the rest
forcing people to pay for a bus
seems a bit absurd to me
bus rides should be free all the time
 
the experience of riding the bus
is horrific to me
people insist on sitting beside me
so I sit on the edge of the seat now
while everyone else slams into each other
 
the bus finally grinds to a halt at the corner
and this is the first time
I've consciously thought
about how awful the bus experience is
it was pretty much like this every other day







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