Bus Trip

Today I will be getting on a bus
Because a different weekend lies ahead
From sleepy town to carnage I will thrust
In tinsel town tonight I’ll make my bed
I wouldn’t want that lifestyle all the time
Such hedonism’s not for every day
But every now and then it’s mighty fine
A chance for me to have a holiday
Surrendering desire into the night
The light fantastic tripping ecstacy
Abandon rules until the morning bright
Reality will come to rescue me
Return to dull routine but I know when
I need to I can board the bus again

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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