You Don't Always Win

A lesson to you, 

A lesson to all.

Be mean on my bus, 

And I might make you fall. 

I teach those who need it,

Some men need tools, 

But by the time they're off the bus

They're embarrassed fools. 

This is a story

Of a man named Dan, 

Who thought he was great

With his big, white, van. 

Broken down, with tinted windows,

And a radio that was loud. 

With his '80s mustache

That made him so proud. 

He was a creeper for sure

Candidate for most wanted.

He was a registered sex offender

Something he had flaunted. 

So this sick pervert

Came on my bus.

Decided to be mean,

So he had to mess with Gus. 

It was a normal day 

I was doing the 28 route.

Early in the morning I realized

The end of the drought. 

The clouds transformed to gray

But no water had yet fallen. 

First stop I see a young boy, 

My friend's son, Colin. 

He sits in the back, 

A place he was always told to sit.

So he sat his 8 yr. old body 

In hand me downs that didn't fit. 

The pervert on the bus, 

was already back there

The tall creepy man, 

Touched poor Colin's hair. 

I tried to get the attention

of the careless MUNI man. 

But he wasn't aware 

of anything but his spray tan. 

So early in the morning, 

I couldn't risk waiting.

For more passengers to get on, 

what he was doing was painting. 

A picture of lost innocence

One no one should see, 

So I did what I needed to 

This wasn't happening in front of me. 

Luckily for little Colin, 

His school wasn't too far. 

One more short stop, 

And he could enjoy the fruit bar. 

The bus stopped and Colin ran

Incredibly far from the bus. 

Dan, your fun is over. 

"Who is that?" "It's Gus!"

Thinking he'd gone mad, 

Thinking he was going crazy.

I just knew he was twisted, 

What modern day kids call shady. 

He pulled out papers 

From his silly office job. 

So I decided screw him over

Make this pervert sob!

Outside the rain began to pour, 

His papers were scattered around.

So I opened my windows, 

And papers flew to the ground. 

He was mad and grabbed them, 

Thinking the bus was retarded. 

Little did Dan with the van know, 

I was just getting started.

His papers out of order, 

Sat on his lap with a bar of toffee.

Out of his right hand flew, 

On a sharp turn his cup of coffee. 

He shouted so loud, 

He was in so much pain. 

His papers ruined 

From coffee and rain.

He had scarred

This innoncent little boy. 

So I was determinded

To make Dan my new toy. 

Not the kind of toy

you begged all year for. 

The kind of toy you break, 

You'd rather play with Thor. 

A man in a suit, 

Whose work was destroyed.

Coffee on his suit, 

Soon he would be deployed. 

Not to a war,

Of mass destruction.

But a war of the streets, 

That's always in construction. 

Five gangsters got on the bus, 

They saw dirty Dan. 

They knew it'd  be fun

To mess with the preppy man. 

They sat next to him, 

And for once tossed him around. 

He didn't like the way it felt, 

To be so low to the ground. 

Stop, Stop, Stop! 

He yelled on the bus.

But the MUNI driver ignored it, 

It sounded like normal MUNI fuss. 

So Dan so weak 

Thought of something to say, 

That would make all gangsters go away.

He thought long, and hard, 

And pulled the trigger. 

Dan froze after he spoke

The word rhyming with Tigger. 

A word that didn't have

Such fun bouncing meaning. 

But a word that left 

These gangsters craving. 

Not for an explanation, 

Or a drug of any sort. 

But of the blood of this man

Whose life would now be short. 

It was never my intention, 

For this event to occur,

But he was a man, 

Some say deserved it for sure.

A man of twisted thoughts, 

And plenty estranged views. 

So they lit him on fire, 

And hung him from a noose. 

I don't agree,

That violence is the solution. 

Violence is the oppostie. 

It's life pollution. 

But as I think

About the many of the others.

Some children, some friends, 

And many young brothers, 

I don't feel bad, 

Because they were hurt

He tried to cover by his 

Nicely pressed dress shirt. 

I knew there were others, 

I left out a detail. 

When Dan dropped his papers

His skin turned pale. 

It was because he was scared, 

Of what others might see. 

That those papers were files,

Of boys who couldn't flee. 

A worker at an orphange, 

An orphanage of young males. 

These boys would never 

Get the chance to set their sails.

He had ruined the lives 

Of so much of the youth, 

He couldn't get away

That now he had to face the truth. 

His guilt created shame

About the things he had done, 

Unfortunately in this situation, 

We all lost. No one won.