Tip of the hat
Luxury ridden bus stop
Too many blinks of my eyes
Misery amongst the peasants
The bus sweet smelly bus
My home
Holy shoes and a bottle of ***
How quaint to look up the grassy hillside
A quick peek at the wealthy
My eyes blinked too many times
They aren’t allowed on this bus
It’s the bus where angels fly
where real people cry
How quaint
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
Tip of the hat
Luxury ridden bus stop
Too many blinks of my eyes
Misery amongst the peasants
The bus sweet smelly bus
My home
Holy shoes and a bottle of ***
How quaint to look up the grassy hillside
A quick peek at the wealthy
My eyes blinked too many times
They aren’t allowed on this bus
It’s the bus where angels fly
where real people cry
How quaint