by Marc Carver
The guy who lives around the corner
who never talks to me
got on my bus.
As we got to the last stop
I could see he was fast asleep.
I thought about waking him up
and telling him it was the last stop
We could walk to the pub together
and share a beer, become friends.
Ten minutes later
I am sat in the pub with my beer
and he is probably back to where he started.
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