we're on the bus to hell,
the good ol' bus to hell,
we're makin' stops,
we'll pick you up,
we're on the bus to hell

we're on the bus to hell,
the flaming bus to hell,
it's hot in here,
but hey! it's swell,
we're on the bus to hell,

we're on the bus to hell,
the crowded bus to hell,
sit on a lap and
hold onto your cap,
we're on the bus to hell,

we're on the bus to hell,
the quickest bus to hell,
no need to be rude,
we're all quite screwed,
we're on the bus to hell

Hehe...Ever seen the movie Speed? Well, there's this part towards the beginning when a bus blows up and just...rolls down the street, still on fire with flames reaching out of the windows. That's where the idea for this poem came from : )

So...any good? Poetry is not my thing guys.

-Aka