The bus gallops all the way;
Journey jolts for half a day.
The sun penetrates the curtain;
Pray for longer eclipse in heaven.
My guts churn, the world in dizzy spell;
Head swells, tumble from paradise to hell.
In my misery, a lone fly perches on my face;
Sweaty place, it races to find better grace.
With all the jerks, the prostates provoke to dance;
Breathing in and out, I pray for another dry chance.
Arrive at the Rest House just in time: peace prevails;
Guard against whispering tall tales, when old body fails.
Recall my last journey, a damsel demands senior to queue;
Line-up, she insists, but ignorant that truth has other views.
I compose this poem while travelling by bus, from Subang Jaya to Singapore.