Your sat on public transport.
Fellow passengers mostly Zombified.
Thas bin holding it in al day.
Saving it for that special maximum effect moment.
Tha knows it’s going to be a long loud muddy one.
Excitement all over thi face.
A fellow passage screams in Horror as tha lets loose the Kraken
The man across from you desperately opens the window.
He reminds me of a deep sea diver running out of air.
As your Aromatic creation drifts down the Bus one row after another reacts
“Who the fuck did that” said an angry looking daily mail reader
As this windy Mexican wave reaches all the way to the driver.
"No respect these young uns don’t know their born"
As Bingo Betty automatically blames the teenagers on the bus
As my stop looms, I walk down the bus to depart
I leave a final gift as I look at the driver.
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Matin Hickman©2025
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