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The Bus Ride Home by Ozymandias |
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9/28/05 (recorded 9/28/05 @ 8:12:13 AM) |
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The bus rolled up After class, After discussion of Socrates, The bus rolled up At last. A man inside, A black man inside Ranted obnoxiously, Sometimes furiously. Another crazy, Another drug addict, Another annoyance For my way home. “Sorry to yak your ear off,” He said, “But I gotta talk, And if their ain't no one listening I'm lost.” The woman to whom he was speaking, In fact, Wasn't listening. She was dismissing The ebonics, The uneducated. She was assuming. I listened, Annoyed, Guilty as her, Trying to think With better diction About the higher level contradictions. But the bus rattled, And jerked, Sometimes shaking me From this work. A man inside, A white man inside, Thought obnoxiously, Sometimes furiously. Another elitest, Another academic, Another obstacle For my way home. “Sorry to yak you ear off, But I gotta talk, And if their ain't no one listening I'm lost.” A phrase caught my ear, Hear and there, A phrase would catch ear. “We gotta read more; We gotta learn more; There ain't no point to life If we ain't always learnin' more.” 'Pseudo Intellectual,' I thought, 'Doesn't know what he's saying, Just wants to hear himself talk.' No vocabulary, No education, No ways to make himself Sound smart. The bus stopped, Time to get off, The woman went with me Glad to be leaving. As she steeped out the door, The man yelled after her, The black man yelled after her. “Sorry to yak your ear off,” He said, “But I gotta talk, And if there ain't no one listening I'm lost.” I told the story later, With different thoughts Of my bus ride encounter. Philosopher, Poet, Thinker. “Sorry to yak your ear off,” I said, “But I gotta talk, And if there ain't no one listening I'm lost.” |
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