041410d Brakeless Bus Poem by Manonton Dalan

i could hear chickens on the roof
i'm worried my bag is thrown away
with these giant pot holes we pass
i'm scared my flesh would bruise
with all these jerking, rattling motion
i pity those pregnant taking this trip

man behind me is trying to talk to me
but the engine is so noisy i can't hear
i finally understood what he is saying
'pull the rope' he reach his destination
it is hook up to a horn to warn the driver
it took about five minutes to total stop