Bus Ride Through SF

by Jerry Ratch

Bud Light, B. O. 

and Freeloader Heaven, 

they step onto the 

back of the bus without a cent 

We pass by the Karma Wash 

but no one gets off the bus 

We pass by the 

Endless Soup and Salad Kitchen 

where we witness a crowd 

swarming over a chicken 

We take whatever direction 

love's cows will take, 

that's all I know 

The beer on the shore 

lapping at the foam 

of sanity 

as we pass by a bum 

with a sign reading: 

“Will eat dog food 

for lunch” 

This may be the long finger 

of the New Dark Ages 


If only we could 

get off this bus