By a passenger in the city with a bus (not Cluedo or cricket )
by john-edward-smallshaw
If slow could show itself as being fast
the driver of this bus would still
come last.
And then we wonder why
productivity
once so high has gone into
decline,
it's down to bus drivers tootling along
and taking their time.
Almost to a man they don't give a damn
never a please or a thank you,
they
shunt you in to a forty foot coffin
and we're off in
what appears to be
a snails pace
it's no wonder they're laughing
There's a lot to be said
for closing your eyes and
staying in bed
but
not a lot of people say it
instead they'll pray
for Saturday
which'll be a long time coming
if it takes the bus.