Rain Bus Rain Soaked streets and wet umbrellas On slippery sidewalks and wet hair Slimey, cheesey, smelly feet and clothing Bodies pressing up the stairs Big fat asses and skinny ones too Lining up along the aisle Try hard not to sit beside us and if they did try not to stare Its slow going on the transit So walkmen blare to make time flow That's the way it is upon the rain bus Just people trying to get home The rain bus rolls and dumps its load Hydralic doors are slamming shut Sneezing, coughing farts they leave us One last thing before they go The aisle is filled upon the rain bus The air is thick with sweat and breath The glass is fogged, so where are we Forcing eyes to gaze upon us However catatonically Fascinating cuticles Feet furiously tapping to a solo beat Dreaming of any place but on the rain bus To and fro' on their way back home kayaky
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