they're mounted upon my back, i must endure
they pay two bucks, it's so easy to get on me
once they sit, there will be others whose seats they yearn for
i cannot move them, though, they'll remain till they're free
i go down this exact same route, every single day
i see these vistas, all the trees, the buildings, the shops
there's nothing which changes except those who stay
who board and sit and speak and talk amongst the stops
mile after dreary mile, my tires scrape the road
i bustle about, between the busy cars and pedestrians
i either slide across it like a slimy toad
or trot through the city as if i were an equestrian