"Not Caring"

Gazing out of the window
Late for work.
Minding my own business
Pondering.
You! In my face
Staring
From the bus stop
Through the glass
And right through me
Seeking out space
You not realising
That in my head
I am gloating
From the comfort
Of MY seat
That I should
Give up for
Disabled people.
Which you don't
Qualify for.
The sign informs me
That these ARE
Priority seats
For which I more
Than I qualify as
I don't want to stand.
I do not smile
But am grinning inside
As I say to myself
And to you
Telepathically
"Off you go.
Upstairs you mug!"
Got to get up now.
Here's my stop.
Another day,
Another dollar.

Dulwich Poet 15th October 2013

(I made this up after a man getting on my bus to work squashed his face up against my window, to see how much space there was o the bus)