Photo: Staś Małolepszy
Muni rider Jessica has had it with Muni. She writes:
I had been a long time Muni commuter until a job took me to Oakland and forced me to start commuting via bicycle/BART. Now I’m back in the city and at the mercy of Muni when it rains. Last week was particularly bad, and inspired me to start rhyming.
This commuter’s frustration culminated in a very Seuss-ian poem, “An Ode to Independent Transportation.”
I do not miss you Muni bus, who squished and threw and jostled us
I do not miss you 45, recycling and chickens (live!)
I do not miss you 41, iPhone in hands of everyone
I do not miss you 19, too, you smell of B.O. and of poo
I do not miss your route through town, drivers wearing tan and brown
I do not miss your speed, a crawl; I do not miss you, not at all!
Send us your Muni musings, rhyming or otherwise, today.