Why you drive
At a crawl
Driving ME
Up the wall
Gently braking
Time you’re making
With a pretence
That makes no sense
Of keeping to
Your precious timetable.
Yet when it suits
You don’t give two hoots
Like a bat out of hell
Stirling Moss out of his shell
Barely noticing a bus shelter
As you go full pelter
To suit yourself
Ignoring our good health
Almost too frightened
Danger heightened
To head for the door
In case we fall to the floor
As you hit the brake
While we scream
“For fuck sake!”
A pretence of customer first
By regulations you are cursed
Automated messages
Regulating the service
Well versed.
Moronic robotic spiel
When getting me from A to B
Should be the deal!
Dulwich Poet 22nd January 2014
(It really annoys me when a bus goes deliberately slow, to ‘keep to a timetable’, when in reality in London, very few buses appear to run to the timetable. But they drive like crazy, when they need to make up time, to finish their shift.)
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