The Lunatic on the Bus
Held his Arby’s bag close
As he laughed uncontrollably
The laugh turned into a cough
A hacking, phlegm-filled cough
And he smiled
It was nothing but a joke to him
And he gasped, out of breath
And began to weep
His fellow passengers sat silent
And watched the stops
Flick slowly by
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This reminds me of "Brain Damage" by Pink Floyd, and also The Madcap Laughs of Syd Barrett's.
ReplyDeleteWhat high praise, Lisa B! I'm actually quite fond of this piece. I had no recollection of its psychedelic connections, however.
ReplyDeleteAh, I miss the Salt Lake crazies on the bus. And strangely, now I want a roast beef sandwich. Mmmmm.... (YICK!)
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