I wait near bus stop
but dark clouds appear.
Soon the rain will suddenly lash.
All at once Jasper decides to have a slash,
me trying to pull him to cover,
cursing him,
he is a muvver f*****r.
All of a sudden bus comes along,
thinking he's a trucker.
Hand held out,
other held Jasper,
he was on a mission that day.
'Come back tomorrow
then you can pay.'
Standing here soaking wet,
he speeds so fast looking agog
staring at my pissing dog.
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