Everything is Retrograde

Diatribes on bus rides,
 The blowing cold wind,
 Rants at the corner bus stop,
 Guy asking for a pen.
 Woman bemoaning Beatitudes,
 Man too loud on the phone,
 Trying to read a magazine,
 Wishing I was at home.

Three dudes board the bus,
 Draping over the back seats,
 Talking trash about 
 “that b*tch back there,”
 And why she made a fuss.
 Normal now is the insane,
 While fulminations of the profane
 Become the new “Us.”