the royal couple
the royal couple
get on the bus at fort hamilton
she’s a good looking girl
got those doe eyes that drive boys wild
i don’t see his face
but he’s got a punisher t-shirt on
so he’s probably an asshole
she sits behind us and he follows
they start right away
he tries grabbing her notebook
and she says, get off of me asshole
then she slaps at his face
he says, why you hittin’?
all the while blocking more of her blows
he says, you started it anyway, bitch
goin’ out with some dude last night that i don’t know
she says, leave me a lone
i have to do my shit
she’s the studious sort
he says, well, what about that?
she says, what about the girl at the party last night?
so it’s my fault that some girl
sent me naked photos of herself? he says
it’s a twenty-first century love story, i think
everyone on the bus is watching this fairytale courtship
we’re a hustling, moving camelot
he reaches for her notebook again
she hits at him, kicks
he’s moving around like a boxer trying to block her
the two of them are smacking at the back of our seats
i turn to my wife
i’m going to have to turn around and punch this guy
aren’t i?
she shrugs
she’s got other things on her mind this humid morning
but she says, he’s pretty big
i try getting a look at him
out of the corner of my eye
as he’s bobbing and weaving from the slaps
all i see is that punisher t-shirt
the doe-eyed girl seems to be doing enough damage to him
so there’s really no need for me to be the hero
she finally gets one in
a nice crack that resounds up and down the bus
and prince charming stops his shit
he sits stone still rubbing his face and sniffling
as our chariot rumbles slowly down 86th street
picking up the other distinguished members
of their royal court.
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