Can you help me she asks crying, showing her scuffed and bleeding hand
About 70 to the eye in a decent
Big coat, I don't have any money I need the social security office
Its that way, the bus will take you here's a dollar and a napkin, put that on your hand
I well up
My bus arrives, off to play work
12-20-22
Stop! Stop the goddamn bus, the lowlife screams
You missed my stop
There was no stop says the bus driver, cruising over 205
With darkness arriving as dusk and this crazed moonbat with two seats full of stuff
There's no stop there I agree
Shut up N***** he bellows, now I'm standing up as he stumbles towards me
The bus still driving, he's calling the driver muthafucka N*****", I'm ready to clock his ticket
And then notice another man behind me with that same idea
The bus pulls to a stop, the meth bigot is pulling his junk toward the back exit
Go out the front
There by your buddy I tell him
The bus driver is 300 lbs and taking none of it
Get off my bus muthafucker
What's your number!
What's your number!
There's no stop.
12-29-22
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