There was a man who took the bus, in order to avoid the fuss of being stuck in traffic-jams... but then he just had bags and prams and people piled on top of him, while being at the drivers whim- it felt to him a bit like rape, as he was squeezed (in sardine-shape!) into a tin on wheels which went extremely slowly 'round the bend-- and then inched past the traffic-lights. The road was filled with epic fights for parking-spaces: One could see heroic deeds of bravery. The air was filled with rising plumes (like gun-smoke...heavy exhaust-fumes), while knights in armour wheeled about in Fords and Nissans. At this rout the streets were lined with second-hand car-salesmen: for this merry band of brothers saw a chance arise to make a killing. And these boys were cheering on the combatants- while at the same time, at a glance were seizing up the damage done: Just as in times now past and gone the undertakers used to measure the size and shape-- at their own leisure-- of those who did participate in gunfights- to precipitate the manufacture and the sale of coffins. Our man went paleā¦ And as the bus did slowly rattle past all the carnage of the battle (with vultures circling overhead) the man did watch, and thought he had quite wisely chosen in the end- for bags and prams and people tend to be the lesser evil when compared with what is outside. Then he finally did manage to get off the bus. Well- yes, it's true: He'd missed his stop two times already, and so he walked- slowly but steady a dozen blocks back to his car. A parking-ticket from afar he could make out: They clamped the wheels! He turned quite sharply on his heels- A dozen blocks he slowly walked back to the station. He was stalked by two used-car-salesmen, which he tried to ignore deliberately; and with a minimum of fuss he bought a ticket on the bus and home he went- where he did find that he had left his keys behind...
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Oh- wonder of modern technology; Oh- miracle which is the machine; Oh- joy of modern life:
Thou makest our existance so easy; Thou helpest us to understand the meaning of life; Thou...
Uhm... err... What am I saying here? Must have been something I ate...
This came to pass after sitting in a bus pulling out of the depot, taking more than an hour inching the two-hundred yards down the road towards the traffic-lights (...which naturally turned red and stayed red, due to the fact that the system had a nervous breakdown...)
this is just hilarious! thanks for brightening an otherwise dark day. (it's raining here ) I could imagine the whole scenario as I went through the poem and it's just so funny.
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKFeb 25, 2011
A hilarious tour-de-force Hek... I really enjoyed the read...
Hi, Hekamaat, Between the Jamologist and the various opportunistic undertakers of life, is where the decision to walk bravely through life is made, with or without the keys in hand. Me thinks there is no avoiding the fuss of life! I loved your write and found it seizing up the damage done quite nicely.
caroljoyceManchester, Greater Manchester, England UKFeb 25, 2011
HA! Wonderful, fast, funny and wise. Dreadful, soulless things. Completely unnatural. CJ
When I was about seventeen, I got into a subway-tram in Cologne one morning on the way to work. There where far more people squeezing in then normally, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Then the driver's formal-sounding voice came over the loudspeakers:
hek, i see you are most definitely on a roll, walking or otherwise, most uproariously funny write i've read since the last write you wrote i read a few minutes ago....my most humble admiration! ;-)
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I could imagine the whole scenario as I went through the poem and it's just so funny.
Best wishes
Bill
Between the Jamologist and the various opportunistic undertakers of life, is where the decision to walk bravely through life is made, with or without the keys in hand. Me thinks there is no avoiding the fuss of life! I loved your write and found it seizing up the damage done quite nicely.
CJ
I got LEGS!!!
Thanks for all the lovely comments!
There where far more people squeezing in then normally, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Then the driver's formal-sounding voice came over the loudspeakers:
"Bitte Sardinen-förmig einordnen..."
("Please arrange in Sardine-shape...")
The result was roaring laughter...