Here I stand upon this stop,
It's my ritual every day,
With all the other zombies,
Tired and looking grey,

The thought of public transport,
Irritates my brain,
As the bus arrives at my stop,
Packed like a commuter train,

The usual faces look away, 
Thinking please don't sit with me,
I park my **** upon their bags,
I pretend I didn't see,

The huffing and the puffing,
People late for work,
The woman sitting next to me,
Thinking...he's an effing ****,

Trying not to look at her,
Or the hairy man in front,
I look at the condensation,
As her elbow gives a shunt,

Getting up from my seat,
Needs balance and an awkward grin,
The bus brakes late upon this stop,
As she heels me in the shin,

My eyes welling up,
As I let out a massive ****,
The poor old lady gags,
Pulling up her winters scarf,

Embarrassed by my actions,
I pressed the button quick,
The odour travelled up my nose,
I think that i'll be sick

Fighting past the commuters,
Trying to get some air,
I knew it was too late....
Throwing up on some ladies hair,

So now I drive to work,
Past the Bus Stop that she waits,
We are married with two children,
Some people call it fate,

Mistaken father, i'm not here to pray,
Or confess my sins, to you today,
Your bible brings, no inner peace,
Your rules abused, no soul released,

A holy disciple, twisted your words,
Tears and torment, all that was heard,
In a place of worship, for only the few,
Told me silence, would bring me to you,

Muted words, brought only shame,
Corrupted my soul, tortured my brain,
A life of crime, no retribution,
Local news, provided a solution,

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Cold steel, a stormy night,
A chapel exposed, in thunderous light,
The door opened, to a church of lies,
Recognised words, tears in his eyes,

Praying I forgive, praying I forget,
Praying his god, will pay off his debt,
The thunder roars, a burning light,
The gates of hell, opened tonight.

No remorse,
For my actions taken,
A son of no cross,
Forever forsaken.

Words
Are
Real

Allies
Not
Defeated

Public
Elated
And
Children
E­mbrace