Bus Ride (First poem from High School)

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    Bus Ride (First poem from High School)

    I rode the bus every morning past the place cows call hell.
    Steam rolled out of the mouth of the building,
    bits and pieces splattered into a truck.
    My head recoiled
    as an empty stomach curdled within me.
    But now,
    even after seeing,
    Even after a month of fruits and vegetables,
    my mouth waters at the sight of a McDonald’s cheeseburger
    and the aroma smothers
    the nightmare in my mind.

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    Chaos128 commented on Bus Ride (First poem from High School)

    06-02-2009

    This is really funny and charming in a macabre sort of way. You listed this as your first poem. I will read more of your work to make sure this wasn't just a case beginner's luck.

    JJJOGG commented on Bus Ride (First poem from High School)

    01-23-2009

    LOL that reminds me of just about every American thats so fat they cant even get up. terrible but they did it to them self's.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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