Brushing aside the simple fact,
That I should navigate through tact,
Finding that empty seat
Was not a possible feat.
I wade through people,
Forming a steeple,
Fighting through the aisle,
When meters felt like a mile.
The bus screeched to a halt,
Everyone felt the jolt,
But, I tell you;
Getting that empty seat,
Was not an easy feat.
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