| The Bus That Never Comes by Jason Resler Walkers, walking hastily Runners, running rapidly Cyclists, cycling speedily And drivers, driving fraticly One man, waiting, patiently. Life living, it passes by Invisible he stands, alone. And few stop to ask why, He waits quietly still For the bus that never comes. His tolerance, mistaken for waste By the lemmings who race, Like carosel horses Conquering illusory hurdles, With their blinders in place. In drenching rain he clenches his ticket. Discouraged by the patchwork plagiarists Who are cleverly disguised as collage artists. He shields the splash of a pothole. Turns, and discovers his own hypocrisy. He too has worn blinders For he has not been alone! His Wife, had been there all along, Beside him, as he waited for the bus, He thought, would never come. |
| Killin' Day by Jason Resler -"Take it as it is"- Axl Rose We should have a holiday, To get all dummies out of the way, Erasing the unintelligent, Especially those in management. If you're smart grab a gun. If you're dumb, you'd better run. If you can't "Connect a Dot," Look out, you might get shot! Of course I don't condone homicide Although it may seem justified. What I really want to see, Is who whould hunt, And who would hide? |