Whenever you’re the last person,
To get on the bus

Everyone stares at you like,
You’re a hero.
That makes you embarrassed.
Because you’re not a hero.
It’s just because you’re late for the bus.
Man!.....when you step into the bus
All kinds of people you will see,
Like one of our teachers, bald head,
That’s lighter than festival morning sun.
Someone’s head was like a bunch of curly grass
And eyes like tomatoes.
Most of the people who have eyes like tomatoes are the people
Who never shut their front door.
Like chattering monkeys.
Some people even jump in the back of the bus like an earthquake.
When overflow people come into the bus ,
You can feel your things moving.
The bus is like a Brazilian forest.
Never quiet till those chattering monkeys are dropped off
From the bus.