Convict bus
It's been a lot of time since I'm not taking the convict bus, yes, this stinking, unconfortable, vitiated transport for the masses. The rushed masses that will risk their comfort, their freedorm, just to get work on time. To make their bosses happy, to get a better economical position. How pathetic and funny becomes the idea, because it's already real. Their demential faces show deep resignation, used to feel pain. The beasts are driven by their flesh lust. On the middle on this, I discover a little of beaty at a glance, that reflects the dawn light, slept, still. The beautiful convict.