Lost Pass
Contributed by
SkinRocket
on
Wednesday, 16th January 2008 @ 09:12:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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Standing outside the station searching through my bag,
Guard stood at the entrance with an outstretched hand,
Where could it have gotten? I do despair.
I’ve checked my coat, my pockets and my hair.
I’ve scanned the floor, dustbins and Dave’s hands,
The trains come and gone, I’m heading back.
I’m returning to college confused and alone,
The building seems eerie when you’re on your own,
I ask at reception about my pass
“There’s nothing written here,” she can’t be assed.
I head back to the station, infuriated and annoyed,
I am the schemer with a broken ploy.
I pay a fiver, from Havant to Barnham,
An unnecessary expenditure, I greet with venom.
It’s like pouring more ketchup than what was required,
There’s less sauce in the bottle and your dinner tastes wired.
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