“ bloody men are like bloody buses
you wait for about a year
and as soon as one approaches your stop
two or three others appear.
you look at them flashing their indicators,
offering you a ride.
you’re trying to read the destination,
you haven’t much time to decide.
if you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
while the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
and the minutes, the hours, the days. ”

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