As I enter the bus,
It reeks of piss
While I walk towards the back
I see a thin man…
Skin full of muck,
Hair full of grease
The piss… fuming… from… him
He’s wrapped up in a thick-brown blanket…
Sleeping in an outlandish state
He snores
He weezes
He laughs
He cries
All while asleep
He starts all over again
Suddenly, he appears not to be breathing.
Just as I head towards the exit…
He wakes up.
He looks at me with a childish smirk on his face and breaks out…
Hysterically laughing
–As if he knew what he was doing
His smile begins to beam brighter…
Brighter…
And brighter until he couldn’t smile no more
If he’s happy,
Who am I to ruin his moment?
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