O Bus Fart
You care not for the recycled nature of public transit air
Flourishing in the unventilated cabin
Unfettered by fresh breezes
Answering to no one in your anonymity
Blamed most unfairly on minorities and the elderly
Musty and musky you hover playfully at face level
Causing accusatory glances
Though not free to leave the bus
You are truly free
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
I shan't, though you go where only eagles dare
O Bus Fart
Both bold and lingering
Like slow death in a Western Front trench
I bid thee farewell for now
Til we meet anon
Dear, unwelcome comrade
Always silent
Ever deadly
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