Treasure Island

Emer Lyons

(11/05/1988 / Bandon, Co. Cork, Ireland.)

On The Blasé Bus


I thought I didn’t care now.
Stoicism was my new tenet.

Looking at the fan club makes my
Conscience quake.

This bus again with that smell.
Makes me wonder; what died?

Looking at that badge
Paraded with glory,

Thinking that smell
Is your tragic obedient soul.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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My aversion to political paraphernalia.

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