The Busraven

Once upon an afternoon dreary,

While I pondered weak and weary,

On the cold hard metal of the bus stop bench which makes your rear sore.

I imagined a life where the bus came a stopping,

Stopping timely at my bus terminal - open doored.

"Tis not this day" I muttered "No bus waiting open doored"

Only this cold hard fucking metal bench and nothing more.