Some Motherfuckers Think They're Born To Dance

Curse those big fish! I shake my angry fists.

A superior presence lurked outside as we pulled to a halt. The law makers were about to meet the law 'breakers'. And this mover and shaker was about to break.

A gruff voice shook me from my daze "you're going to have to come with us". "What why!". And off I went. Hauled off the bus like some common criminal. Thrown in the basket with the other dirty rotten criminals I came across daily.

My pleas went unheard as they deemed me inferior. To them I was just a law breaker and they were the law makers on their big power trip, I the little fish was their target. "Oh what's this" I hear them mutter. My eyes roll as they take out microscopes to examine the evidence. "Just as we thought, dirty rotten criminal!". This was going to go on my permanent record! And here we have exhibit A: Little Fish, illegally joy riding on the t-way.

Moody and broody I fumed as my case went unheard. Those big fish just couldn't wait to get their slimy hands on a little fish like me. Couldn't wait to make me drown!

State Revenue Protection Agents? These big fish will make up anything and slap it on a badge to make themselves look important. Surely the time and money could be better spent catching REAL criminals and not innocent little fish trying to catch a ride.

As an afterthought I considered the possibility that the wearing of fingerless gloves in daylight made me look suss...

And if I WAS going to illegally joy ride you can rest assured it would NOT be on a bus, I mean really? Have you no class.