Transportation Woes Poem by Ronald Speight

Now this is a brief depiction of a job
A job is a service you provide for a wage
Now if you’re in the service of transportation
Your job is to move people
From point a to b the best you can
But the buses always run late
The subway is a mess
What kind of service is that
Its one undeserving of a wage
So the next time the bus runs late
Ill ask the driver for his check
But no that’s not right
What of his wife and kids
So maybe ill go to the top
Because so far with the Mta
I’ve been providing wages
But getting poor service in return
No one asked for a week of no wage
All we want from you is a simple service
So maybe one day these words find an executive
And he can give me his check