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?


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