Canto LXXXVI

The guy on the bus is rocking to and fro
like he’s watching a sped up tennis match;
like elephants in some back garden zoo.

The passengers keep their distance but watch
in case he pulls a shank and goes to work
harvesting ears to make a fancy brooch.

He points at some of us, but doesn’t talk—
when his stop comes, the relief doesn’t last,
for as he rises from his seat to walk

we’re greeted by the sight of his bare arse.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Nov 27, 2011 @ 12:51:35

    Once again you’ve caught the moment and this series just gets better and better.

    Reply

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