I hate buses

Buses, buses everywhere
running for mine to catch
shotgun ready
hand-grenade pin pulled
just in case mine
is full of chavs.

I live in a depressing, harsh, ex coal mining town in the north of England, “Chav” is a term used to describe a distinct underclass who posses no moral compass, fashion sense or personal volume control button. I am cursed to travel on public transport with many of these primates as my enforced travelling companions. I wish my iPod volume went up to eleven.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011 

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