On a bus running late n bound for Bankstown station

 

During post graduation

In primary education

On a bus running late n bound for Bankstown station

 

My peaceful meditations

Upon Dickens’ Expectations

Are sharply shattered by some stranger’s telecommunications

 

It starts with a vibration

A ring tone infiltration

And soon becomes an onslaught of a high pitched dissertation

 

And so my situation

Hearing half a conversation

Drains me of my patience and becomes a damn fixation

 

N’ in case you need persuasion

About this awful provocation

Of her cell phone ramblings I’ll give a brief translation

 

She’s just been on vacation

To some discount destination

And an aviation coupon used with her boyfriend Jason

 

Now Jason, he’s half Asian

And had a minor complication

Bringing boozy bottles back through those gates of immigration

 

Prompting deep investigation

Into duty free taxation

Revealing Jason didn’t claim the Bailey’s on his declaration

 

Which led to confiscation

To solve the situation

Much to Jason’s bitterness and discombobulation

 

Despite that confrontation

Their sojourn was sensation

They spent a good percent on buying brand name imitations

 

Her wild gesticulations

Show no signs of abation 

N I’m trawling through the corners of my dark imagination

 

Perhaps asphyxiation

Perhaps decapitation

Perhaps a whack on the back with Great Expectations

 

Yet despite my contemplations

To solve this situation

She goes on letting people know her car needs registration

 

I’m peeking in frustration

To the point of constipation

I’m suffering in silence, dreaming of disembarkation

 

I blame a generation

That’s trained to seek salvation

Perpetually addicted to extreme preoccupation

 

While deep in rumination

On my generalization

As I enjoy the warmth of my rampant castigation

 

She returns to Jason

His slow matriculation

Shown clearly by his attitude towards their fornication

 

So I make this declaration

Without hesitation

Or fear of tabloid vitriol and knee jerk indignation

 

But cell phone conversations

At such levels of abrasion

Do not belong at all upon our public transportation

 

They lack consideration

One sided oration

Filling up some stranger’s ear within inane information

 

And if I ruled this nation

I would pass new legislation:

Such selfish conversations earn abrupt incarceration