Bus poem

So I haven't taken a bus for years. Until today. Now I'm sat on one and through the grot I found some inspiration. tbonegas RD

THROUGH THE GRIME.

A thousand people driving,
music blaring on,
smiling as theyre singing,
someone's favourite song.

I can see them laughing,
through the grime.

So many people cycling,
with their polystyrene hats,
all of them are blissfully unaware,
they they are twats.

I can see them smiling,
through the grime.

Those that choose to wander,
I can see them all as well,
they whistle as I'm sat here,
in this 60 seater hell.

I can smell their smugness,
through the grime.

I glance up to the heavens,
where just the richest few,
fly to their destinations,
and they water me right off too.

I can sense them chortle,
through the grime.

I sit upon a bloodstain,
Adjacent to a turd,
This water soaked transportation,
Is depressing in a word.

The water and sweat inhaled on here,
is crippling my health,
I feel I should just speed things up,
and ***g kill myself.

Nobody would notice,
for the grime.