Almost Three

Time to leave

Yet its still a putrid picture

The Rain

The Thunder

The Traffic

And My desperation

all compete for attention

As the bell rings

and we jump to our feet

and step outside to the disasters

Reality offers us

Weird stenches

foul smells

Fowl play

Children clamoring and running towards the buses

Poop that is not related to Youtube

Diss-gusting imagery

and other such pungencies

Like that?

Didn't think so

Traffic Jams

Both in and outside

Crowded buses

Snot nosed brats

Clean and careful

yet misunderstood

Poor lil ol me

I yearn to find solace

In these noisy places

with little success each day

and as the world turns darker each second

So does my mood

Until I reach home

My refuge

From these such horrid moments society offers

Day in and out