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Susan catches a bus at 10.30 a.m. Sits on the back seat. She looks at the back of the man in front's head And thinks how his fat, wrinkled neck looks like a carrot Sticking out from the collar of his shirt. She adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to see if they make 21. But they don't. Maybe she shouldn't bother going to school at all then. Her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded under their chests, Pushing up their breasts to try and make them look bigger Whilst the boys will be too busy playing football to notice. The bus is waiting on high street when it suddenly begins to rain torrentially And it sounds like someone has empited about a million packet of dried peas Onto the roof of the bus, "What if it keeps raining?" She thinks to herself "And it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all shoppers And office workers floating past the windows instead of fish." She is still thinking of this as the bus goes past Caroline Lee's house Where there was a party last week. There were some German exchange students there who were very immature. They ended up jumping out of the bedroom window, One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs. So she kicked him. Larter she was sick because she drank too much cider. Caroline was drunk as well. She was pretending she was married to a tall boy with glasses And she had she to wear a polo neck for three days afterwards To cover up the love bite on her neck. By now the bus is going past the markets. Outside is a man who spends all day forcing felt tip pens into people's hands And then trying to make them pay for them. She used to work in a pet shop there, She got the sack for talking to boys when she was supposed to be working. She wasn't too bothered though, She hated the smell of the rabbits anyways. "Maybe this bus won't stop" she thinks "And I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own And it'll drive me to town where people with black hair are treated specially And I can make lots of money by charging fat old men £5 a time to look up my skirt. And they'll be queuing up to take me out to dinner." I suppose you think she's just a silly girl with stupid ideas But I remember her in those days. They talk about people with a fire within and all that stuff. Well she had that alright - It's just that nobody dared to jump into her fire and risk being consumed. Instead they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room, Warming their hands and backsides in front of her And then slagging her off around town. No one every really got inside Susan And she always ended up getting off the bus at the terminus. And then walking home. |