Bus by Penny Pepper
On the bus
Boris bus
dirty bumpy
horrid bus.
There’s a trolley in the crip space –
see the child, snotty faced –
bullish buggy hellish mummy
disposition far from sunny.
On the bus
double decker
smelly shaky
bony wrecker.
There’s a suitcase in the crip space
nervous girl who grips in haste,
snarling hoodie chomping burger,
does he not know that meat is murder?
On the bus
Boris bus
dirty bumpy
horrid bus.
Another journey, ramp is broken,
access as an empty token?
public selfish in dismay,
while driver grunts and looks away.
On the bus
double decker
smelly bumpy
bony wrecker.
In my slot a man with doggy –
by my shoulder youth who’s groggy,
armpits foul, hair is stinking,
smells of vomit, and binge drinking.
On the bus
Boris bus
dirty bumpy
horrid bus.
There we were such humble cripples,
fought the system sent out ripples –
proud to take a London bus
with the throng to push to fuss –
On the bus
Boris bus
dirty bumpy
Tory bus
any bus
big or small
dirty rough
crowded empty
loud and surly…
Scarcely,
Just
ACCESSI-BUS.