I
am a passenger
upon
the bus
n
this woman I sits next to
Woman
sez to me, she sez
Can
you not do that?
Not
do what?
Can
you not use your lapstock on th' bus
The
flickerinks of the screen
You
see
It
gives me a hedgeache
It
gives you a hedgeache?
Yes
If
you don't mind
But
I do mind, missus
I
feel like screening at her
But
I am a passenger n I is allus polite
So
I move anyway away
Across
the aisle and continue
to
ride
And
at the next stop she is enjoined
by
a bleeping beeping beat-bhoy
whose
tinny drum n bass leaks loudly
She
leans aginst th window
Throbbink
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