I'm going to say this right out: I didn't write this poem. On a crowded bus, some guy grabbed me by the shoulders and before I could react, started intoning these words, all the while looking through me like I wasn't there. Then the bus stopped. He pushed past me to the door, got out and walked the few feet into a McDonald's.
Poetry: Humor - Rated: K - English - Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 55 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-31-12 - Complete