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Buses are more phucked than Trains
By Bill 53 1/2
The announcement we all dread..
Filters though the Station air
‘Buses are replacing Trains’
my smile turns to a glare.
I know how this unfolds…
as I drag me to the bay
Where the throbbing omnibus coyly waits
to make miserable my way.
The PTV bus is an unholy child
Born of misery and desperation
It’s ruins you day and makes you late
...
Thursday 19th October 2023 12:48 am
Bikes on Trains are phucked too
By Bill 53 1/2.
You see them standing near you.
On the platform packed with life.
Their fucking vacant smiles
shows no care for the strife.
That their crappy worn out bike,
Will cause all when jammed onto the train.
As it blocks the doors and takes precious space,
And adds tenfold to commuter pain.
Travellers shuffle by,
With many a stumble and fall.
...Saturday 14th October 2023 9:16 pm
Hell knows no fury
How come
The heart-wrenching
And the unexpected
Widow's grief
Turned-brief?
The lady in black
Soon defying
Funeral decorum
Put on pink clothes
Decency that lack
Simply to attack
A deceased
Cheating husband
Whose unfaithfulness
Kept in the dark
Soon after funeral
Became stark!
Aghast adultery
Triggers
Hell knows no fury.
Saturday 22nd August 2020 6:33 am
I am Fish
I am raw like fish
Kill my heart to feel your best
Have me on the table
Be my guest
This is your wish
This is your wish?
And I, so foolish
Being dinner
Being fish
Am raw now
From your lies
Attracting flies you tie
Trapped to the hooks on your lines
Tied to your string
This is your wish
This is your wish?
And it's OK to eat me
I don't have any feel...
Tuesday 13th March 2018 2:30 pm
My Fault Again
He made our argument physical again tonight
Every time I think it's the last
Leaving him isn't an option
Plus, where would I go?
My heart can't take the cruel words or pain
Eventually, I'll learn how to cope.
Thursday 1st March 2018 5:24 am
Selfishly Human
Every bit of what I see, I soak up like they are my needs for survival; I take it in to make me feel whole.
Each star dot-to-dot, I join, thieving the light from the sky.
The trees, the grass I will smell.
Then no one can ever smell them again.
The windows, the rooftops, the buildings, bottles, bins, buses and the yellow droplets of fuel that seep from their engines;
I will...
Thursday 31st August 2017 1:15 am
I'm working dammit
Sunday 7th April 2013 8:10 pm
revolution runs better on stolen gasoline
every curtain will be stolen from
entitlement
each grain of dirt will raise
it’s raucous voice above
and over manners
while atoms bond
air will ignite for
blood is fuel enough
as gravity exists
believable in it’s force
secure each ideal
under fire from
truthful lies repeated
within freedom’s
monopoly of slaves
these d...
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:30 pm
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