"Unlucky Son!"

It's bad enough
When there's
A baby and pram
Taking up your space
Causing a jam.
You've got your own seat
But not on the bus
Your wheelchair's ignored
You gonna make a fuss?
I can see your pissed-off face
Through the glass
Moving to the front door
Thinking the driver's an arse.
Ignoring you...
Wait for the ramp in vain
And then you see
What's a fucking pain
In your spot
Is another wheelchair
What a selfish bastard
Doesn't he care?
What are the odds
Of two wheelchairs at night
On the same 176
I would have loved a fight!
Instead the chap outside
Waits for the next one along
The other gets off two stops on
Which... thinking of the other bloke
Just seemed so wrong.

Dulwich Poet 8th February 2014

(I was on a late night 176 bus home, going through central London, past Charing Cross, at around eleven o'clock. It was busy, with the post pub/theatre Saturday night crowd. I was sat downstairs, by the window, pavement side, when I saw a man in a wheelchair on the pavement trying to gey on, but the driver couldn't let him on because there was already another wheelchair bound passenger in that designated spot on the bus)