Route of all Evil

There is a bus that follows me wherever I go; the RV1, I see him, peering around corners, edging out of traffic, eyeing me, spying me, I can’t get away. At the beginning I didn’t think twice, I liked it in fact, what a useful bus, I thought, turning up at all these places I happen to be, Waterloo, Covent Garden, the Strand, London Bridge, Tower Bridge; you do get around! But then, it started to get sinister, I’d be in Camberwell, Peckham, Lewisham and out of the corner I’d see one slip across a side street. Sure, he had his ‘not in service’ lights on, but I knew why he was there and so did he. Now I can’t away from him, I see him wherever I go, I feel his headlights on my back, and the 436 makes me all jumpy.