Ode to MBTA

I hate this bus. And so do you.
Mr. Fu, sophomore at B.U.
Guy in front, smells like pee
Woman getting on, can't pay the fee
Dropping quarters, dollar's stuck
Driver swerves around a loading truck
Lose my balance, stumble a bit
All I want to do is sit
High school's out, kids load in
Sidekicks jingle over the once quiet din
Angered at the loud cellphone talker
Saddened by the old man with his walker
All the ears on the bus plugged up by ipods
Riders cranky, sanity at odds
Please, please take me to me destination
MBTA, my abomination.