Doral Deepset - ' My 19th Nervous Breakdown

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The bus stops outside a shop most inappropiately named THE BEAUTY SPOT (which it is - not) . I gaze at it for quater of an hour or more bored (oh so bored) as we go nowhere...fast. There is no Present or no Future anymore - just the Past. And then when the traffic slowly un- -snarls (I manicially smiling) & we finally move all of 50 feet or more only to come to a stand still outside a betting shop grinding to a furious halt at FIRST PAST THE POST for another 20 minutes more I am suddenly 7 to 1 favourite to go stark raving mad. All the stops seem to mock my extreme lateness. Ahhh....good...Goodmayes & St. George's Hospital have just arrived where I get off & walk (fast as I can) rather than be addmitted for muy 19th Nervous Breakdown. Doral Deepset poemhunter.com/poem/my-19th-nervous-breakdown/