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Boring bus journey poem

On a journey to nowhere nothing interesting to be seen
But the words incomprehensible
I wish I could understand

In the midst of boredom
There is nothing else to see
But the backs of heads

And the predictable setting
Of the moving view.

These words left
in scratchings
in city bus seats

What were their intentions?
Were they just plain bored?
Were they hoping to leave
a sign of themselves?

Does anyone even care
About the markings left behind?

It makes no sense,
no sense at all

But someone has got
to understand
Grabbing my attention simply because

No one will do anything
And this will not change
Because no one can be bothered
and I think they knew

This messy inscription
is a forgotten force.
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