Getting on a bus to work two hours before you're due to start is a bit like getting old,
one minute you're bright and gay and the next, hey, who put the lights out?
Monday goes from worse to even worser, oh, wait, cursor flashing,
no
just some ****** got on and getting off by showing off,
This bus terminates near the strand and I'll have to walk from there which is a bit of a ****** as it's raining.
Now at Bow and still a long way to go which is like being young and waiting to get old,
Depressio is only nine tenths of the word, I'm not at that stage yet, but there's still time,
I'll sign off because my battery needs charging
so do the government for this utter shambles we're in.
