The Thoughts and Grievances of Being a Victim of Public Transport

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I’m on a bus. The prices on the bus go up, up, up. I’m on a bus. There are new ticket machines on the bus. The bus driver caresses it as if it were his newly born son, he loves his job. I’m on a bus. A woman gets on the bus, I smell her hair. She is unaware. I’m on a bus. The bus driver has just waved at another bus driver. I like to imagine that they've both had sex with the same woman and are congratulating one another. I’m on a bus. A man runs for the bus as if it was a woman leaving him for good. It wasn't his bus. I'm on a bus. An elderly woman opens a pack of tissues and doesn't offer me one. Cameron's Big Society has failed. I'm on a bus. A jelly baby lies motionless on the floor, it wasn't meant to be this way. I’m on a bus. A woman gets on the bus with her child, her child looks like a purple goblin. Her child doesn't understand my words "We don't want your kind here". The woman slaps me hard across the face. I realise the error of my ways and offer money as way of an apology, I then remember that work hasn't paid me.


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