10-11-2009
This is a tribute-like poem to the lady driving the Railway Station 1 bus at around 4pm yesterday. I'm glad you didn't kill me.
She drives her bus like it was a weapon of mass destruction,
She is an assassin operating a yellow annihilation device of monumental proportion.
Beeping at innocent people on the side of the road,
Intent on eradicating jaywalkers who get in her way.
She bites off the heads of anyone who dares approach her.
She rounds the corners and we are thrown out of our seats by invisible hands,
She slams on her brakes and we fly forward.
Varelai.
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