Geek on the Bus

Purple colared shirt
Freshly Ironed Pants
Big bright smile with dimples etched into his cheeks
His eyes were catching a gleam off of the sun
He was sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper,
and waiting to catch the bus.
He was no older then 19
and looked as if his mother had dressed him every morning,
packed his lunch and kissed him on the forehead on his way out.
(Which I am sure she did)
When we got onto the bus the scene was dire
It was early
Tired eyes, heads down, caffiene in hands
He stepped onto the bus before me.
The scene did not effect him
He saw nothing unnatural or strange

Immediatley he chose out of the crowd a fellow aquintance
She was young
No older than 19
Thick framed black glasses
Long silky black hair
White colared shirt
She was matching
She smiled big and white
A smile that must have made her mother proud.
It made me a little bit sick
Watching these two
But I could not look away or avoid listening in on
the awkward issues they cared about discussing
They spoke of schools
Colleges/Universities in other cities
The loans they would be taking out
The money they would be spending
What they would be learning
They were not concerened about where the money would come from by any means
(Most certainley from thier parents)
but they were concerned about what they should take
in the semesters and seasons ahead
Business Class
Economics
Management courses
What thier futures would entail by doing so

In between giggles and polite exchange
He would look out the window with pure anticipation
Excitement
Joy
Oppurtunity
She looked down at her text books
Blushing
Not because she loved this boy
because she felt like she was going to become something
Not at that particular moment of course
but sometime this century
He had never fucked her
Neither of them had ever fucked at all
and you could see
(If you really tried)
this jittery fuck tension shaking in thier bones
He just hid it very well under his skin
and besides,
He had his entire life to think about

Enjoy the inexperience now you little geek on the bus
They ll get to even you soon enough
One day you will be looked down upon with pity
and when you stare out of the bus window at the sun
You will feel it burn
You will feel the pain of every living creature around you
because then you will understand
Finally
What the world has become
Not a launch pad of oppurtunity
but a bowel of fear
Ill see you at the end of the bar
in 5 years
Wearing your smile