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!