Buses

The bus grinds to a halt
they all run for the door
I stand and then sway
and nearly hit the floor

with a sigh I sit back down
it's been too many a hour
I'm sick of this foul smell
with no room or power

finally I jump out
start to smell again
just to be nearly hit
by cars flying down the lane

Dash for the lights
hope I'm not too late
to catch my third bus
It's all up to fate

the first one was early
so obviously I missed it
and than I had to run
for a bus where I didn't fit

Finally got to Ashgrove
and trotted up the road
only to find this one bus
in a slow poke mode

so now I'm running
looking stupid and mad
jumping up and down
as if I need to go bad

Find myself there
my heart like a storm
hopeing tomorrow
I'm not last to my form.