UCTC Entrance 08:45

Mike Bell/ May 7, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

I stood, stock, in the road,
arms wide, an amateur Christ,
awaiting another crucifixion,
to be run-down, lifted,

only to allow a mother,
flagged by three kids, a buggy,
to cross in that turned-in place,
to be safely, again,

Stared at, over-steered wheel scowls,
by you school-drop drivers (the worst);
can you please deposit your kids
on a far (distant)

No wonder your grunty, flaccid, son
demands his own car “for sixth form”:
Your poor lad enjoys
uber-time – Mum’s taxi, always,
the driven norm.

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