Bored

 The buses go past here every half an hour,
each one a reminder of lost time.
I read, write something, look out the window
and there's another fucking bus
full of miserable bodies. I emphasize
then get back to despising the bus
like it's at fault for my hour-draining pretensions.

Can't even wank anymore.
It only gets hard when I get aggressive
or is it the other way 'round?
Not even sure and I'd rather not know.
The more I try the more I'm repulsed
by attractive women.

There's the next bus.
Driving off with my empty thirty minutes.
Well you can take more, I don't need them.
The minutes just bore me.

Fucking buses.