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Hahhahaha! I love how fun and musical this piece is. Almost want to get into the imaginative Writer’s mind!

No Tall Stories

busThe sniffing bus

was sniffing late,

my oyster card

was past its date.

My pockets spewed

the change I’d begged.

I slammed it down

on the drivers ledge.

He took off roaring

I stumbled ‘n’ fell

This sniffing day

is going to hell.

I picked myself up

and found the seat.

This one came with

something to eat.

A kebabs carcass

adorned the cloth.

The tomato tempting

but I swept it off.

Onto the floor

it bumped

and rolled

Next stop;

the street of Old.

Hoxton bonnets,

fixie bikes,

twitter feeds

and facebook likes.

GPS your every move,

some location that

we all approve.

Post a photo

of your sniffing lunch.

Grated ice on

your sniffing punch.

I feel empty,

I wonder why.

My sniffing soul

just kissed the sky.

 

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