Cuss, swear, shout and nice smile
Mr. Autowallah wants a little too much for a mile
Can’t give him what he asks and sign away my bargaining power
Next comes the pumpy ride,
Always something to see between the sasses
I miss nothing behind my powerful glasses.
Scowling faces
Mercs and Nanos fight for their spaces
Between them are the people
Huffing and pushing their way like a popple
Big man, small man, the world is your john
Just don’t stay on
Tomorrow will be just a repeat
With a new story to tell
And may be a little more.
