One pedestrians journey through this misnomer called life

I was never really what one called a star, but not a bum either, just a stranger on a bus trying to make his way home, I always managed to acquire menial or blue collar jobs just to pay the bills, My aspirations turned out to be no more delusional pipe dreams, and needless to say I was a professional pedestrian commuting to and fro work and wherever else I had to go via Chicago’s public limousine i.e. the bus or Chicago’s infamous el train.

As much as I grew to despise riding public transportation, I also must admit it has been quite an experience, witnessing a multifaceted array of scenes and behaviors from passengers displaying blatant acts of kindness; helping riders with their fair in order to board, or assisting an exiting passenger with their baby stroller off of the bus, to the disturbing violence of one female passenger attacking another with a knife and one stabbing the other in the eye while their toddler close by frightened  and confused helplessly standing by crying for their mother.,to he hilarity of witnessing an inebriated passenger board the bus sounding like W.C. Fields, threatening to punch passengers right in the nose all while clutching a fifth of wine as though his life depended on it, then passing out in the isle still clutching onto that bottle only to come to about forty-five seconds later continuing his idle threats of punching passengers in the nose. To say it’s a wild ride is as literal as it is figurative.

This is the culture of the Commuter Generated and it go’s something like this:

It’s my paper and morning coffee.

It’s my girly steady talking.

To the train we hurry walking.

Got a job so I’m not balking.

Loose squares and screener movies.

Seasoned vets and fresh young cuties.

In at nine and out at five.

It’s a wonder I’m still alive

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Subway soaps just under way.

An evening drama to end the day.

Words exchanged and repeated.

Don’t look now, things just got heated.

We’ll grab a bite and see a show.

Catch a cab and off we go.

Up at dawn, or sleep till noon.

No matter what, we’re bouncing soon.

Maybe a bit overrated

But never ever understated.

There’s no when why or how

We just move from then to now,

And the one thing not debated.

That it’s commuter generated.

I know or maybe I don’t know, that everyone has noticed our commuter cell phone ore wireless activity, I mean when I ride the bus or train it’s like mass hypnosis or something, as though some sort of majestic deity was conducting morning mass and we just cant break the trans. I remember when that kind of attention was paid to our local news -papers, not anymore, now you can get the news on a phone or a tablet. Virtually gone are the days of going through the morning ritual of commandeering the folding of your morning paper, with all of these smart phones dumbing us down to our immediate surroundings, our society becomes oblivious to our present looking to our cell phones as though they are some sort of crystal ball that will predict our future, and the future looks distracting.  I mean what’s a Chicago commute without going through hassle of wrestling with that tome referred to as the Chicago Tribune, that’s just so wrong it’s sac-religious And don’t mention tablets. Have you noticed that all of these wireless gadgets are now being referred to as devices? And you know what can happen when we are sometimes left to our own devices? …Exactly.

And what about all that commuter drama? E.g.:

A Scar is Born

Her:

“I told that heffa if she don’t like it, do somN bout it BIATCH.”

So what the fuck you looking to see?

All I know is that it betta be me!

Yeah I’m talking loud on my cell phone

Airing my raggedy ass laundry from back home,

And if you lames aint paying me any attention

I’m just going to crank this bitch up to another fuckin dimension!

I don’t care how many times you change your seat

My dramasodes are loud and knows no defeat.

So welcome to my two dollar show

The place to hear what you didn’t wana know.

It’s a two dollar show and I’m the scar

The center of dysfunction; drama gone to far.

Just two dollars gets you on the bus and in my business.

I’ll make you add peace and quiet to your wish list.

So sit back, this shows gonna be long

By rides end, you’ll know mine like your own.

You gona hear about all the shit I started,

and how that bitch is fucking retarded.

And how I owe Nay-nay some money,

And, “Oh, Is that why the bitch acting funny”?

Also, the classic “we got drunk than a mug last night”

And how Tyree and Michael got into a fight.

And oh forgive me,

I almost forgot,

No commute’s complete without:

“I heard that nigga got shot!”

You gona pay me some attention bitch,

because I’m that high tech kinda hitch

Cell phone in one hand; Ipod in the otha

Loud as hell! Make you wana cry for your motha.

Gona be so damned loud you wana tell me to shut the fuck up!

but you really aint got the stones to actually man up

But I wouldn’t really give a fuck,

Because I just wana make you look.

So don’t come on my bus trying to act strong.

I’m the scar of this bitch while you’re just a walk on,

A trail of abuse, neglect and despair

And never anyone around to care

Throw in a family divided, toxic and torn

And voila’, a mothafukcin a scar is born   

I’m the real drama momma, the anti Obama

“No I can’t and so I shan’t. ”

Besides, turns out I’m good for the economy

People have bought cars because of me.

For another quarter you can catch to the El.

Transfer over to my cousin from hell

Naw, It aint gona be a peaceful ride today

I’m the lash on your eyeball, just irritating away

So if you feel your nerves worked and patience tested.

Then you betta tell the bus driver “stop requested”.

So what the fuck you looking to see?

All I know is that it betta be me!

Because baby, I’m a scar.

BIATCH!

To be continued...