  But I Could Be Wrong "Please offer this seat to the elderly," said a sign on the wall, Which bugged me and irked me wherever I looked. "Please offer this seat to the elderly," said a sign on the wall, Which sat here so quietly that no one ever did heed it. "Please move to the rear of the bus," said a sign near the door, As the passengers crowded squashed at the front of the bus. "Please move to the rear of the bus," said a sign near the door, Which the people at the back just never did notice. "No smoking in the queue," said a sign at the station, As people stared blankly waiting for the bus. "No smoking in the queue," said a sign at the station, When a man with a cigarette sauntered up, stopped and stood. "No littering: Fine $500," said a sign on the roadside, As pedestrians strolled by and yelled into their handphones. "No littering: Fine $500," said a sign on the roadside, Amid a lovely collage of waste papers and plastics. "Fuck you all very much," screamed a voice in my head, Which raved and which ranted at the dumbass shit government. "Fuck you all very much," screamed a voice in my head, At the ones who had pushed and who shoved and who smoked.      
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