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Sunday, March 29, 2009

Insomnia Midnight Bus Poetry

Posted by Paul Constant on Sun, Mar 29, 2009 at 12:00 AM

WETRO

by Don

oh, puddle 'o pee, in the seat next to me,
on the workday morning Northbound.

I don't mind cause I'm late, switching seats while I wait,
to find treasures like the one I just found.

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Beautiful.

Posted by michael of the green on March 29, 2009 at 12:39 AM

So there were three empty seats on the bus? Cry me a river.

I wept, because I had to change my seat, until I met a man who had to stand.

Posted by No standing in front of the white line on March 29, 2009 at 8:18 AM

sure take the bus
sure count the hours
sure get a scooter or cycle
or bike, sure

Posted by Anna on March 29, 2009 at 9:00 AM

Boy, sounds great. Let me just go sell my car...

Posted by Big Sven on March 29, 2009 at 12:46 PM

Couple of lines.
Two hour trip to get there and alien piss on the floor to boot - they need to charge MORE, what a fine sport it is

And just low long does the piss stay before it gets cleaned

Tell us, oh high energy bus people who work at the Stranger.... Erica? ...

(this is not H.)

Posted by Anna on March 29, 2009 at 1:59 PM

My new favorite thing, this midnight bus poetry.

Also, why do all the ads for the band "X" featuring 20-30 year old photos? embarrassing.

Posted by none on March 29, 2009 at 5:09 PM

Too funny. Great imagery. -Sunny

Posted by ibsunny on March 30, 2009 at 12:43 AM