Bus Rides
They suck,
What more do I have,
To say about them?
Crammed in a seat,
One to,
Two to,
Three to even,
Backpack in your lap,
Or your significant other,
Doing God knows what in the back seat,
Why don't we have a camera on here?
Nobody wants to see that junk,
I'm not 17,
I'm not supposed to watch,
Rated R stuff
Don't tell my parents please,
They're at risk of not responding.
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaNova loves three things: food, her computer, and her music. She might love Gage too, but why even try? She's Nova the Nobody. This "book" is told through poems. See the Author's Note.
