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drunk when i get on the bus and the driver is looking at me weird.

‘good morning, you alright?’

he smiles then, lucky me

upstairs, floor smells like dank

always a consistent feeling up here

everything tired, sleepless eyes

like my own, staring at myself in the reflection in the mirror

maybe today is gonna be my day

no need to sleep

bus driver still driving

led screen tells me i’m close

sterling corner, sterling evening

still stinks of dank up here

i’m a wreck a bastard scum

still stand up and shout out a request

‘yo, any of you lads got some dank?’

blank faces

disturbed the

silence

one more attempt

‘so no one got any dank?’

blank faces, i think i’m drunk

must be, floor looks like a swimming pool

can’t stand straight so i

hold onto the bar

supporting myself as a bird sings

soft melody in c major

added 7th

top of the charts in mind

off the bus into the cold

breathe like i’m steady

wave to the bus driver and thank the lord

he waves back

down my road, i’m almost home

back inside my comfort zone

one more piss before i enter

using up the time i have alone

breakfast time calling

something along the lines of bacon and eggs

go for a shit in the toilet

forget to wipe

upstairs friend sleeping downstairs

wide open mouth, a useless cavity

talk is cheap that’s why i’m writing

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