Tragic Bus
The bus is double decked for fear
that those below might come too near,
and break the spell of motions peace
where trials and tribulations cease.
I float above the addled Streets
on clouds of ruined ragged seats,
I see the penned in office slaves
computer screens, like headstoned graves...
Traversing through this fashioned feast
I'm swallowed by some other beast,
a parasite of endless queue
that once used up becomes as spew...
And those behind will follow on
to pass on by where all have gone,
their work and toil will be forgot
if once they had, they shall have not.
The Street is one step from us all
we'll meet it willing or we'll fall,
trapped inside or passing through
to stay or leave, is up to you.
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David RL Moore
Wed 18th Sep 2024 10:23
Thanks for the multiple likes on this one.
David