Poem -

On the bus

The bus

First thing in the morning some taking the bus to get to work some going to school, shouldn't there be a golden rule..... to wash.

The smell of some is so bad you can taste it in your mouth , what the heck these unwashed people have just left thier house. 
Sometime i sit and want to say something to the person next to me
but i dont i just get up and move away very quietly.
 
I start talking to myself and think this is so bad for my health as the bus continue to move i start to scan people with my push up face as i sqish up in the seat my place .
 
All types of people getting on and off the bus some some groomed and some not groomed enough.

Every minority every religion all traverling on their way all on that bus same fare the must pay.
Some in a world of their own but most on that flipping phone. 
Some eating Mcdonald breakfast some drinking from a flask.

Wish i didn't get on the this bus, i wonder if i should get a car my luck it  would break down and i won't get far.
So i better be content in getting the bus just hold my nose and dont make a fuss.
Laurette

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Angel

Good observation good write angel

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