My Bus, My Lust

Guest post by Olaf

Every day I get on the bus to go to work and I see her sitting there. Such a spectre of beauty I dare not ruin it by conversation.

Today is the day I’m going to say hello.

But my bus comes and she’s not on it!

My bus comes and she’s not on it and I have to wait another day until I see her face.

Such a spectre of beauty I dare not ruin it by conversation.

Such a spectre of beauty I dare not ruin it by the knife.

Life as a mortician can be deathly depressing.

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