Taking the Bus

You shouldn’t take the bus unless You aren’t in a rush ‘Cause if you are, frustration May burst forth and start to gush. The line of people inches up, Embarking one by one; At every stop the minutes pass Until the boarding’s done. One person cannot swipe his card; Another looks for change, While exiters go out the front, Which seems both rude and strange. The drive doesn’t seem to mind This snail-like slowpoke pace. He gets his pay no matter what And this is not a race. But when you’re in a hurry You can rage and rail and curse, Though it’s better to calm down Or your next ride will be a hearse!