The Ride

The long dull bus ride,

with no ladies in sight,

this is something no man can hide,

because what i'm saying is just too right to be denied.

Passing those insignificant traffic lights,

i couldn't help but think of why,

why am i so assed tight,

of some stuffs that don't even seem correct,

guess i can only quietly recite,

the definition of perserverance in my mind,

oh what a long bus ride,on a day whereby it just doesn't seem that bright.

by: me{written on the bus}