and i always liked this one ... ;)

  Depictus??
      by Billie Ernie Hindleg

  Under the bus that carries me,
    Black as the grease on CV balls,
  I thank whatever gods may be
    For my decrepit overalls.

  Smudges from axles, loosely gripped;
    I have not flinched nor cried aloud
  As blood from my knuckles (socket slipped)
    Has colored the surface of this shroud.

  Above these spots and greasy smears
    Are streak-ed paints of different shade,
  And stains of ketchup, mustard, beers ...
    I wear them proudly, unafraid.

  It matters not how loud the gripe
    From friends or neighbors, wives, et al ...
  I will not wash, though they be ripe,
    These funky stinking overalls.