Cheap, But Late

I love riding the bus; I hate it! I’m glad there is a bus anyway, I got to work today, but not home on the bus, instead friend picked me up. I’d like to say nice things about riding the bus but rather my head is filled with dread at the thought of the dreadful wait, in the rain perhaps or the snow when the bus is the only way to go. Detroit, my city, my home, don’t you know your people got to get around in a timely fashion and with dignity. The war on the poor is still being fought on the bus lines in Detroit, where the poor man rides cheap, but late.