Slaves and Robots
Said I
The man planked
At that 8 am
Bus stop drunk
As they inched
Their way toward
That freeway onramp
To piss their lives away
In order to battle
The absence of meaning
Christ almighty
I could have sat forever
Wasted on that bus bench
If whiskey were free
And bus passes
Like food stamps
Grew on trees
David Burdett
10/26/2022
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