He Brings a Tut

I try not to hate the school kids as I'm
sitting on the bus
hating the school kids.

Observe them! I remind myself
they're humanity in its truest form.
Unsocialised.
Everyone should be like that
I have said
when not sitting on the school bus.

An old lady gets on
smelling like bums and sherbert.
Bringing new meaning to the sherbert dab
she fizzes past
fat and terrified
of a new generation
that won't give up their seats.

I glare at a boy with curly hair
sitting in the disabled spot
and he stares straight back,
shows me a little smirk
that seems to say
fuck off Grandma.
He brings a tut
to my still-young lips.

Trying not to hate the school kids
old ladies
or myself,
wishing I could untut
my tut,
I'm thinking
If this is humanity
I'm disappointed.

It's not really what I've been looking for
after all.