The busman would not open the door for me
even though I was at the bus stop.
He just passed me by
and, though caught by a red light,
would still not open his doors.

It’s a simple act.
He’s got a lever that lets the door spread wide
and then I could ride at leisure
but the busman refused.
I tried to ask him why
but glass and doors separated us.

When the light changed
I stood in front of the bus
so he couldn’t go anywhere
without further inconveniencing me.
It’s not like the bus trip
was worth my life
but it was kind of late
and I didn’t like his attitude.

After he honked
and I jumped onto his front window
and jumped down and did a little dance
he opened the door
so I went to the side
to thank him and enter
but the busman closed it again
and sped off.

No other bus showed up.
I walked home.
If there’s a moral to the story
I hope it’s about busmen’s small dicks.