Pub Trans Pilgrimage

I wanted to be home last night, instead
of riding Muni with the somnolent,
and shuffling trains to arrow toward my bed
amid some screamers with bizarre intent.
I didn’t want to wait so long to tread
my path (the bus was late and slow). I spent
three fares and too much of good attitude
in pilgrimage to couch and comfort food.

(Ottava Rima)

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