Portmanteau

Tummy rumbling

and fifty minutes waiting for three buses that didn't come to choose the slow bus

that takes an age and that driver who doesn't want the

joy to end

or is the most courteous human being but the smell

from this lady is wet dog

and lack of soap

but more than that the smell of stale shit

compromising the sensibilities blurring time with jagged

praise be!

the malodorous beauty has

stood and fuck me

if she isn't staring at me as though it was me

that smelt like shit and stale piss and was in

fact I that was sitting in my own

faecal mess

but I digress cos if

I'd waited

just a few more minutes

the

express

that didn't come would be almost home

and she's going to slimming world

at an earlier time and I need to eat

I'm so...     hungry