Crazy guy on the bus

I am a crazy man and I ride the bus in search of tail. How magnificent is the din of my ridiculous and slurred Turkish sounding broken English ranting. In another world, woman, you would have worshiped me at the edge of a volcano! Here, on this bus, however, our communion takes another form. Why do you panic? I'm only screaming in your face! How lonely is this life, drawn out like spittle from the mouth of a dying and very thirsty lost dog. Always from bus to bustop to bus in search of tail. At night, I dream of death and in my cowboy's hat I wander slowly with a knife.