Buses In Rio!

Dedicated Especially To The 157!

Waiting for hours at the stop,

my bladder feels like it might pop.

No, not a sign of the blasted bus,

and folks are beginning to make a fuss.

When it arrives it will be packed full,

just to get on we'll have to push and pull.

Air conditioning?! Now, THAT'S a joke,

reserved for winter, to freeze the folk.

The special citizens have yellow chairs,

occupied by those, oblivious to glares...

most of which are sleeping youth,

who couldn't give a damb, now that's the truth!

As you squeeze to get through the crowd,

a HUGE bag hits you and you cry out loud!

Before recovering from the sting,

the bus jerks forward and you're given a fling...

You land in some poor worker's lap,

you leap up apologising and in a flap.

Now sweating profusely and feeling faint,

we hit a traffic jam, now ain't that quaint?

We inch along at tortoise speed,

the toilet now is a desperate need!

Having left with time to spare,

I'm going to be late, it's just not fair!

What's that yelling I can hear?!

Are they robbing the bus?...it's unclear...

Phew! No, Thank God, it's okay,

nobody's robbing, at least, not today.

An hour later a bedraggled me,

steps off the bus with exaggerated glee...

Knowing full well that in a little while,

again I'll be subjected to this trip so vile.

The public transport of this city,

Is nothing but a shameful pity.

And for those of us who have no choice,

at least my opinion I can voice.

I HATE YOU, HATE YOU, HATE YOU SO,

and feel so much better that now you know!