Big ass

I feel a little story coming up,
I try to keep it down, but I fail.
You better go, get yourself a cup,
A pot of coffee and get ready for my tale.

It happened sort of yearly in the day,
When I was on a bus to go to work.
The day was warm: it was the end of May.
The bus was full, the driver was a jerk.

A bunch of kids were riding on the bus,
Quite young, I think before the age of seven
They all behaved. They rode without a fuss.
All ten, plus their teacher: all eleven.

A little farther down from where I stood,
Two little girls were standing, holding hands.
I was in kind of an observing mood,
And noticed they were obviously friends.

They looked like little dolls, like little angels.
Both dressed in white with blonde and curly hair.
Both trying to be brave amongst the strangers,
They really made the cutest little pare.

They tried to be attentive to each other.
They held their hands to help each other stand.
Each one was acting like a little mother
As she was taking care of her friend.

The driver as I mentioned was a sucker.
He drove the bus like he was all alone.
I really felt like smacking mother fucker.
Some drive like gents, but certain suckers don’t.

The little girls were obviously tired
Of having to withstand the driver’s “mood”.
And then I saw their eyes lit up with fire
They saw a sit not far from where they stood.

One went ahead to get the place secured
The other fell behind a little bit
Between the two an obstacle occurred
And blocked the way, her friend and god damn sit.

The obstacle was huge and it was female
She wore a “tank top” and a pair of “tights”
She looked unhappy, old and… kind of stale,
But must’ve had a healthy appetite.

Poor little girl was trying very gently
To make her way around with no fuss
But there it was, the color of magenta
The road block that really looked like ASS.

They both tried to let that women know
That her “behind” was really in the way
But neither one could serve that verbal blow
And neither really knew just what to say.

Their little problem simply didn’t count
The pain of separation was ignored
The ass was big and seriously round
It stood there, blocking all and looking bored.

Their efforts were in vain the fate has spoken
That ass was meant to separate two friends
The silver thread between the girls was broken
And that was it, that’s how the story ends.

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I worked that day with no motivation
Then went back home and rolled myself a joint
It came to me in sudden revelation
Life is a bitch, so really... what's the point???