Sunday 18 December 2011

not do that




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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