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The blistering cold blinds me
as tears crawl down my face,
The bus driver pulls on over as I look at the abandoned space.
I waddle down the bus lane, fiddling with my keys.

I sit by the window looking at the road, lip-singing to my music tapping on my knee.

Get off at Barking station and line up for my single card,
grab some crisps from Walkers, and look the time board hard.
Munching my tasty snack, the c2c passes by,
pretending I'm not looking, pretending I'm a spy.
Waiting for that silly noise that comes from the eerie dark,
bobbing from side to side comes the district shark.

East Ham to West Ham, I brush off the remaining bits,
holding the metal bar whilst poking at my zits.

"Jubilee Line is good today, there will be no delays,"
sitting here for five minutes, I'll be here till next May!

My ears pop as the trains goes by but a nose splitting smell occurs, yes I see you sitting there,
making your long legs curl.

Please oh please where's North Greenwich?
I must get out of here!
When people often look at me,
I smile with rising fear.

Making it to North Greenwich that's the easy part,
now staying in that crowded bus is where I'm thinking "don't fart!"