Alan Bruce Thompson
Among The Folk - Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson
Must I ride inside this coach? My place is not in a bus!
These children make so much noise, all this fuss.
These disgusting people should be kept apart from me,
I only ride this dirty coach because it’s free.
The can see from my nose high in the air,
What I think of them, their foul skin and hair.
When I get in the bus they should all get off,
My presence alone should tell them enough!
How dare they come close, what do they want to see?
How dare you suggest, I should take a taxi.
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