Get on the Bus
Get on the bus
Grab a seatmate
Rest your weary legs
And ride with us
Wrinkle nosed eye rolls for a spilled cruel word
So dated
So limiting
So imitative
You know what?
Call it supercalifragilistic if you want
It’s still a saved seat in front of us
And while you watch the road
And note our progress
All we see is the blind back of your head
facing bravely forward
Catching their evil eyes in my cruddy compact mirror
I get distracted by my face
That’s what it’s made for
Warning:
Objects in mirror are farther than they appear