On The Blasé Bus - Poem by Emer Lyons
I thought I didn’t care now.
Stoicism was my new tenet.
Looking at the fan club makes my
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.
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