Bus rage ..

Got to climb aboard another greasy wee bus.
Smilin' at a driver wi a manky, dour pus.
Why do aw them big yins have their belly's poppin buttons?
It must be right uncomfy tyin' laces, wipin' bottoms.

We should aw confront these bams
who shut the door on girls with prams.
and anxious grannies wi bits o shoppin'
Pressin' of bells to make their bus stops in
time, before they're flung around.
Falling (nearly) to the ground.

We all just sit n bounce n wait
till it's time to evacuate.

" Thank you, driver "
jumpin off.
No response
l grunt
"Fuck off .."