Bus Wanker

Bus Wanker

Driving is overly stressful these days:

Everywhere speed and traffic-light cams,

Pothole plagued A roads, and motorways;

Pile up related delays, traffic-jams,

Deserted roadworks; inevitable

Detours down country lanes, dangerously dark

And light years away from residential

Streets with barely anywhere to park;

The constant cost of tyres - offside and near

Refitted from only a week ago,

Not to mention the tracking - front and rear,

Realigned, following a costly tow,

Courtesy of torrential rain

And a caved-in, neglected, blocked, storm drain.

Upon the crossing of a bridge too far,

And subsequent fine for paying late,

I gave up on driving, and sold the car;

Arriving as such at a happy estate,

With no insurance, repairs, MOTs,

Or fines, not least for encroaching the lanes

I frequent for fair, affordable fees,

Oblivious to potholes, neglected drains

And cameras, such as mentioned before;

And if the journey takes longer, who cares?

I’m able to read or watch YouTube more;

My only concern’s an increase in fares;

I’m a bus wanker, when all’s said done;

And car trouble free; I’m glad to be one.