I caught the bus
Santa Cruz down town
in a couple of stops
we were in N.J.
three thousand miles wrong,
so I got back off.
And the bus rolled away.
I looked around. I was
at my college again.
And stifling, suffocating
from all the clothes. See,
that bus rolled off all happy
and nude! As every single one
put their clothes on me. So
I trekked campuswise
to discover the place,
and how it had been
since all these years.
I could barely move
due to all of the clothes,
and everyone I met stripped
to add their gear. I inferred
from this, I was some kind
of goat of the sacrificial kind,
with a load sincere. I might even
be killed by the weight of it all!
All society's clothes, stripped-nude
taboos. Which,
somehow
I chose? Taken on for them,
all the clothes they took off?
Well, not to be rude, but
I really didn't need this on top
of all else. I don't recall asking
to be this way.
I'm happy for the whole wide world,
if so! But I'm dying in here. Wait
what, no - it's okay. That's actually
a cute outfit! I don't mind
that one so much.
It fits
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, June 18, 2021
weird bus
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