Poem: It’s Weird How A Random Memory Will Just Pop Up Like This

She stepped on the bus and there were no seats left. She said, loudly, “why are there no fucking seats left eh?” And the driver clarified that the bus had been oversold. He suggested she wait and take a refund or sit on the engine-cover. “I should sit on the engine cover and get a fucking refund”, she said. And the driver explained this would not be the…