Bus ticket - Bitter Bussing

This week's prompt from Emerging Writer was to take Tim Minchin's lead and write something bitter and twisted and vengeful. (Again this week we were spoiled with several options and choices to choose, but this one appealed most) I love Tim Minchin - especially the song about "If I didn't have you... someone else would surely do" but bitter and vengeful isn't that easy to do on the spot, so I trawled through the Poem a Day files from last year and found this... written for a lady who I interviewed in the course of my volunteering at one of the festivals - a delightful person

Lady

There’s a lady well preserved
Striking cheek bones, make up light
Staying in a hotel
Over from Lisbon, overnight
Says art shouldn’t be about money
So won’t tell what she’s spending
To the funny one with clipboard
Who’s been commissioned to find out
What it’s all worth
Her husband rents a car
And she blithely turns away
And talks to her friends
The many famous writers

When I’m a famous writer
I don’t want any friends like that

I thought this one fit the theme too - and it's timely... see if ye can guess who it is

Competition

Your name is after fading, it got drank up in a shower
magnetic lights through stadiums fly eaten in the hour
they came there once for sport to test their expert brawn
but ended up with lives cut short, with blood spilled on the lawn
Paper hats in dressing rooms and infamous quotations
phones going off in interviews majestic situations
refuse to sell what isn't there your brooding stare continues
your body is a theatre, of muscle, speed and sinews

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