Passing by those I do not know
And those I wish to never know
A packed bus never fails to amuse
So much decay is put on display
Dripping from every pore
Ugly and deceptive to the core
I sit with my eyes peering down at the floor
Like a child who has done wrong
In the hopes of masking my disgust
I constantly try to adjust because
Two women are on either side of me
I am graced with their feminine auras
On my left sits an attractive blonde
On my right sits an attractive brunette
Both glued to their phones
And detached from the world before them
I glance up- awkwardly faced with the result of gluttony
A woman stands exhibiting a backside so massive
Like an elephant wrapped tightly in a blanket
Everyone notices- but tries damn hard not to look
I slowly turn my attention to my IPod
And contemplate what song will ease my aggravation
Metallica or Whitechapel?
I adamantly choose Of Mice and Men
The bus gets crowded again
Filled with sweat and decay
“I’ve held my tongue for far too long
This silence kills me”.