The Bus Driver
The Ride is long and on the
Mobiüs Road
We have made this trip endless
times
The sound of my fellow
passengers roar
In my ears with impotent
howling for
Our approaching cliff…
The Driver has ear buds
listening to his
Conversation which comes
to late.
In a vacuum he sits in silence
We wonder if on waking he
will
See our Fate
The Bus Driver has but
one choice to make
His station is one of
debate
Now is the time for
taking some Heat
But he dodges the problem
For our Lady of State is no longer
on our Bus