Sep 2014
You wait in the elements, for a man who never comes.
You walk to the bus stop feeling hungry.
"There's a sandwich in my bag, but I have no box, it must be wet."
Ugh.
The elderly are getting in the way,
The teenagers making too much noise.
The bus is packed,
It's very steamy, yet cold.
You think about his no show.
You ponder whether he still thinks about it.
But before you know it...
Your thoughts turn back to;
The way my feet are cold and damp,
The way my coat smells like a wet dog,
The way my sandwich is soggy,
and
The way I waited 2 hours for a person who was never turning up.*
I am Miserable
You walk to the bus stop feeling hungry.
"There's a sandwich in my bag, but I have no box, it must be wet."
Ugh.
The elderly are getting in the way,
The teenagers making too much noise.
The bus is packed,
It's very steamy, yet cold.
You think about his no show.
You ponder whether he still thinks about it.
But before you know it...
Your thoughts turn back to;
The way my feet are cold and damp,
The way my coat smells like a wet dog,
The way my sandwich is soggy,
and
The way I waited 2 hours for a person who was never turning up.*
I am Miserable
Misery, misery, misery
