The Seasons and The Ignorant Bus

How can an object such as a bus be ignorant? Or, are you of the belief that Mike Molecule is an intelligent and sentient being?


Aside from that, a nice poem.

I like how it's straightforward -- not too flowery or "poetic" -- while also avoiding cliche.

(Minor note, should be "an ignorant bus.")

Curious what you mean by that, too -- ambiguity is fine in a poem, but interested in what you meant.

You're on a bus for the ignorant?

That one part seems to break in tone and clarity from the rest.

I like it, JTG198904

I was seriously wondering if it was supposed to be "an" or "a" in front of ignorant when I wrote it. Sat there for a good 3 minutes trying to figure it out. So thank you. x)

As for the ignorant bus, it is a metaphor for my current lifestyle (the common 40 hours/5 days a week/$7.25 an hour) that I accuse as being the reason for the loss of awe and wonder for the world around me. I am now more concerned with petty things like getting drunk, paying rent, satisfying my nicotine addiction, and women. In my opinion, I find my lifestyle ignorant.

And thank you all for enjoying my poem.