I sit at the bus stop, waiting
a banana and a coffee in my stomach
not enough energy
for a day at work.
a school kid sits beside me
his shirt untucked
and his tie loose.
Before I can close my book
he says to me:
it’s much better init
this stop
than that one up the road
where there’s a bar instead of seats
and it’s uncomfortable and cold
and it takes so long dunnit
for the bus that’s just passed
to go up and turn round
you’d think it be fast
Yeah, I say
It dunt go far up the street.
He’s not listening to me.
That lorry’s got a leak
I wonder if it’s blood
Me dad says them lorries
don’t ever get pulled
so they can carry absolutely owt
dead bodies
or drugs or
tonnes of stolen loot
But me dad says it’s pigs
more often than not
But they keep ‘em alive
‘til they get to the shop
and then they kill ‘em there
so they’ve less time to rot
Funny that init?
What do you reckon’s in there?
I dunno, I say
probably pigs
The bus pulls up and he huffs
raises his arms above his head
Finally!
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