Slow Bus Sonnet Poem by C Richard Miles

I do not wish to sit here on this bus
A minute longer than I really must
But I am forced, on its slow crawl though town,
To bide my time and struggle to keep down
My rising temper in the traffic jam:
It is so difficult to keep your calm
When sweltering melting heat from summer sun
Adds to the fug from heater still switched on
But then I would complain if, one fine day,
I had to walk because there was no bus
To take me into town, since someone great
And mighty had decided that they may
As well axe all the routes, since all of us
Have taken to our cars, bored by the wait.