Yes, taxi money is way, way down, and truly I feel I am the fool, the clown, hitting the road minus the once monetary hip-hip- hooray! and the now past New Year's passenger parade previously clamoring for our cabs now disappeared and gone upon once singularly regal business days, Uber a new and smiling Marquis du Sade torturing us without thought, disregarding screams and shouts from dank chambers below. Yes, taxi business upon New Year's Eve 2018 was dead, Fred, Sally and Sue! and truly there is nothing about it that we can DO except rub our eyes and rue the day, rue the morning and evening past all cheer and obvious delight, all business vanishing into that once good night!
The Taxi King
The Taxi King has fallen down
lost his crown,
and now just another average cabbie
circus clown,
all his monetary taxi tricks
pouring down the drain,
"why! the poor boy has gone insane"
and wandering in circles
puzzled upon what to do and maybe,
just maybe, going back
to therapist's school,
obtaining all those silly psychology degrees
and charging one hundred dollars
an hour while sipping martinis
someplace warm, just possibly
discovering a new
and much better occupational
norm.
Farewell to the New Year
Alas, alack, farewell to fond New Years' Eve
of holiday's past, when, just like firecrackers
bursting in the dark, a dependable blast propelling
passengers and money into the cab, business is
gone, a tuneless song drowned out by Lyft and
Uber, all remaining cabbies left in mindless stupor
and despair, their tears lost in the rain-driven, wind-
driven air!
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Yes, yes, business is bad, business is sad but yesterday I ended the night with a sixty-six dollar airport run, so occasionally, very occasionally there exists some old fashioned fun! Happy New Year everyone! and hope for the best as it can become much worse than it is, scary to imagine, and even scarier to endure.
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