The Bus

Here’s a rare glimpse into some of my earlier poetry. The way that the current readership market is trending, why not toss it out for free, too. That’s the new norm, right?

 

Two roads diverged in Times Square

One with some cars,

The other — nothing there.

 

The streets are dark trodden

With muggers and muck.

I hear my friend scream, “hey! What the f—?”

 

Two roads diverged in Times Square

And it became unanimous

Among the rest of us

To pay three bucks and ride the bus.

 

If you have enjoyed this little artwork, then seriously consider giving other artists their reasonable share. A saturated market doesn’t imply that everyone’s work isn’t worth a dime.

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