Fellow man van driver;
you're in the bus. Two panes of glass between, one reinforced maybe. Pointy
fellow looks a bit like a raccoon; you more than likely one of the ape family.
Stopped at the lights, Malaysian-Indian chap can do it leaning his chin on his
shoulder at a glance: Not much hey?... Yeah, well, pal…. The lads in Southern
Serbia, Uros and the others, would murmur, Da ga jebes. Just like
the other not an interrogative; literally, To fuck it. Sense being, This life:
you fuck it, you're still back where you started. Square one; cannot be done.
You're the one fucked ultimately. Da ga jebes. Sharing it though
helped, as the van driver knew. (The more common and polite among the Indians
in particular in these climes, — What to do? hardly an adequate substitute.)
No comments:
Post a Comment