Honk-honk, clatter-chatter, hiss-hiss,
Morning‘s rush ensnares.
Sharp glare, piercing, as the bus looms,
Mischief in your eyes.
Hissing threats through morning‘s gloom,
Chattering loud lies.
Intent clear, I swerve past you,
Safety‘s leap: survive.
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