Riding The Bus

Your mood changes depending on the time of day In the morning most are restless with nothing to say In the afternoon that when the annoyance starts With loud school kids and drunks from liquor marts You try your best not to give too much eye contact It's loud cell phone conversations behind your back The seats are constantly signed by a street gang So-called men won't get up for the elderly in pain There's always passengers who want to ride for free And seem to bother others and won't let them be Parents get on the bus with strollers big as beds Also there's the deranged that didn't take their meds Anger is always displayed by someone's bad speech The stop requested cord is always to far to reach Then you have the strange ones who likes to stare Sometimes riding the bus can be a total nightmare