Bus Ride (First poem from High School)

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    Bus Ride (First poem from High School)
    I rode the bus every morning past the place cows call hell.
    Steam rolled out of the mouth of the building,
    bits and pieces splattered into a truck.
    My head recoiled
    as an empty stomach curdled within me.
    But now,
    even after seeing,
    Even after a month of fruits and vegetables,
    my mouth waters at the sight of a McDonald’s cheeseburger
    and the aroma smothers
    the nightmare in my mind.

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    Chaos128 commented on Bus Ride (First poem from High School)

    06-02-2009

    This is really funny and charming in a macabre sort of way. You listed this as your first poem. I will read more of your work to make sure this wasn't just a case beginner's luck.
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    JJJOGG commented on Bus Ride (First poem from High School)

    01-23-2009

    LOL that reminds me of just about every American thats so fat they cant even get up. terrible but they did it to them self's.
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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