those **** crazies on the street, on the bus, where are they coming from?

Johnbeetlelives Poems

London ON has it’s crazies, the one, well… Well he was a good guy. I was drunk and sad and waiting for the bus. The old crazy comes out of the corner like some ****** greaser. He mumbles everything and looks sad as well. We both got on the bus, and we talk, no… Mostly he talks (mumbles), and he shows me his buss pass. It is from 1986, and for reasons unknown, has not gotten a new one. I don’t know how it still has its use, and I don’t know why, it feels, they always come and talk to me. they just can’t leave me alone. but again he was a good guy, a wise old **** We both got off the same stop, I give him three bucks for a drink, and head off to the bar. the bar was empty and so was I and getting filled up on coke and wh isky.