The bus driver was not drunk but I asked,
how much have you had to drink? God, you stink!
even though everyone heard me, my masked,
ordinary face received not a blink,
no one knew what happened but they all fled,
exited in a rush, I gave a wink
while the bus driver sat like he was dead,
honor means nothing to delinquent youth,
only I wasn't young, simply well-read,
careful to blend in with the crowd, in truth
a line of people waited for the Six,
no one spoke a word, just got on, for sooth
does the law show up, he was in a fix,
only I, Satan, with my bag of tricks.
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